He wanted me to be quite professional with his kinky fetishes. That’s why he started to pay me. He knew that his fetishes were a bit different, but ...anted me to be excited about them too. My pleasure was his pleasure. He figured the money would keep me interested.Monday was feet day. George had a fetish for stockings and feet. My day started out with getting a pedicure. George likes French manicured toes. After the pedicure, I changed into my body stocking that totally excites him. I put on my. And with that he was back to his rounds and his nightly routine before I could even get my head together to ask him what his name was.His shirt had a name tag on it that simply said "Kelly" but I'm assuming that was his last name and not his first, but I would have to ask later. I got up and finished my evening chores, I mean side work, and went about getting ready for the next shift to come in so I could go home and kiss my two little ones good night, since their father was there with them. One of the girls, Amy, he knew said, "You are such a girl!"To which she said, "Thank you that means a lot to me."She looked at him with that Oh now I understand look on her face. Withthat, she put her hand on Sam's back feeling his bra."Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Let me know if I can help youin any way."Sam and Amy became very good friends. Sam would come over to her houseand she would show her what she had just bought, they would listen tomusic together and such. She would come. I turned him around in my arms and kissed him deeply. Our tongues dancing. I moved my hands to his ass and started caressing it as we kissed. We stopped long enough for him to pull off my shirt so he could run his hands over my hairy chest. I pulled him back in for a kiss, but he kept his hands on my chest and started playing with my daddy tits. I played with his as he played with mine. now we were both moaning.He was getting a little impatient. He wanted what is in my pants, and now he was.