The minute you walked in the joint...Spotlight, snare drum.I could tell you were a man of distinction...I stand on stage encased in a shiny blue rubbe... dress, singing, Hey BigSpender. My ass rotating like a piston under the skintight material,gleaming in the spotlights as I pace across the floorboards, a goldenbeehive wig on my head like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.Glancing down, I saw a big black man in a racoon coat and a purplefedora, smoking a big Cuban cigar, drinking French champagne. He. I even added a new one of my own when she was too tired to resist after her fifth orgasm of the afternoon after she had three of her own plus two of my 'Sight' enhanced orgasms.What I did different this time was when I had her on all fours facing away from me I was enjoying watching her asshole pulse back and forth as I plunged into her which in turn gave me an idea. Smiling about my idea I put it into motion by first collecting some of the stuff that was leaking from where we were joined and. It’s all, all right now. I’m going to fix it. Your children are still young. They’ll understand. Even if they don’t right away, they’ll learn to understand.’ He proclaimed, ‘I’m Fletcher Hanson. I’m going to fix this!’ He said it with authority, and he meant it. He could save this girl. He’d win this time! This was his job.’ This was Fletcher at his finest, the hero, white knight, man of the hour coming to the rescue. There would be no death bed tears this time. Here was a damsel in distress. It got even worse when she said"What kind of fetishes do you have other than feet."I tried to reply but I was just stuttering hopelessly. Trying to figure out how she knew."I noticed that you’ve been starring at my feet from day one. Don’t worry its natural and you not the first person to stare," she said acting all professional.Nothing would come out, I was so embarrassed and it only got worse when she noticed the tent in my pants."Does that always happen so quickly when you stare at women's.