I decide to hold back, wanting all my orgasms for her. The clock says it’s nearly 4:00, I know she gets home by 4:30. I’m right on time. I throw ...y things together and leave. Lucky for me, I know where she lives. I pull into her drive, no car to be seen. I hope she hasn't made plans, though I’m early. I only have to wait a few minutes before I see headlights behind me. She’s here. Stepping out of the car, I look at her with a grin. She stands there, beautiful as ever, with a dumbstruck face.. He took it off admiring her foot. Her smooth skin. Her pedicured toe nails freshly painted with red nail polish. He started kissing her foot, her ankle, her toes he kissed her toes one by one. Opening them licking between them.Then he put her toes in her mouth sucking them. As he rubbed her ankle and calf muscles.He lifted her foot up kissing the sole of her foot.He lifted her other foot doing the same.After ten minutes he rested both feet in his lap, with his hands he rubbed them together. Others, he turned me over on my tummy and gave me a spanking until I was crying freely. Occasionally, he would follow that up with a harsh strapping with his belt (often, this was how the morning started when we went to bed angry or upset). He would hold me after while I got the crying back under control.Every morning was different. Some mornings he would cum, some mornings I would, some mornings both. Some mornings if he spanked me, I'd cry, sometimes that would be followed up with an orgasm.. .but they were allthe way close to the bottom of the hamper. Strange, I thought, since theywould have been at the top when I threw them in there last night. As Iexamined them I noticed the sticky area was on the inside and as I turnedthem inside-out I saw that the crotch was where the wet spot was.Wow...what had I discovered? I looked closer and saw a huge puddle ofthick whitish fluid right in the middle of the pink colored crotch. As Itold you, I'm no prude.....and although I've never seen.