Smiling, she put a finger on her lips and took off her shoes, putting her naked feet onto the table and wiggling her toes. “Satisfied?” she asked.... nodded and she spun, which brought me in play again. “So what else do you want to know?” I asked. “There isn’t that much to tell anyway.”She grinned. “Ah, what do you know,” she said. “For example, tell me something about your side projects. Audiobooks, illustrations, games, and so on.”I put up my feet as well and sighed, kicking off my shoes to. “Oh,” Matt continued, “and maybe they know about how to give a very rudimentary blow job, since they have had some practice in doing their dates orally from their days of postponing intercourse by using that excuse. But, basically, they would not know what a truly satisfying sexual experience is if it literally bit them in the ass.”Haley was now a bit shocked and embarrassed in her own right by the forthright approach that this adult male was taking with her. She was not used to anyone speaking. She wore one of my shorts inside and only her bare back covered by her bra strips and her legs halfway below her thighs were visible.Manoj took out a bottle of oil and did her feet first, then back to her legs, thighs and her back. It was almost clinical and I was disappointed that nothing was happening. Then she paid him and he left.A week passed and again she wanted a massage. I asked her is she getting everything for that amount? She said that the clothes get in the way but she can’t take it. ”“Nothing worse than dirty feet.”“Dirty wet feet is worse.”“Not worse than wet dirty feet.”“Much worse- ouch!”This time it was Alice who shouted at them as they beat each other about the head with their rattles.“Stop that!”“Yes, Miss,” they both said contritely, eyes lowered as they sulked side by side, doing their best not to look at her as she shook her finger in their faces.“You had best start behaving yourselves.”“Sorry, Miss,” they both mumbled, looking even more contrite if that was.