Are you some kind of foot-fetishist?" Er... no, just an enjoyer of the female body in its entirety. I'm not sure it's really a fetish anyway. Nobody t...lks about the breast-fetish or the hair-fetish, do they?"Then I thought I would risk a personal question. "Doesn't your husband worship your feet?"This seemed to surprise her. "I don't think he's ever noticed them."That gave me another electric shock - the idea of those lovely stockinged feet walking through life unnoticed, unworshipped,. The commissioner had specified six three headroom, so she had quite tall cabin sides, narrow floors and no tumblehome. She had decent decks ... easily walked upon.When it was her turn on duty Cyn spent her time as the helm watchdog either naked or just bottoms. The warmer the weather the less she wore. Too bad she’s my sister.Now ... and I do hate to admit it ... if she was Surprise ... I’d be all over it. There’s just something about younger women that turns my crank. As it is, I’m glad Cyn is. "I realize this is kind of scary, Tonya, but I promise that you won't get hurt. There'll be some pain involved in the therapy, but it has to be that way; it won't work correctly otherwise..."He gently stroked Tonya's face, and she started relaxing. He walked around to the other end of the table, and patted her butt. He took the enema bag off the hook, and disconnected the hose from it. He laid the hose across her back, and took the bag over to a nearby bench, where he set it down and picked up. I felt overwhelming passion and reached for the redhead. I forgot everything else but her. Her kiss sent a fire through my body and I reached up and caressed her full breasts. ‘Abby, come over here and help me undress him,’ the bartender said. Undress me? In public? I blinked again and looked around. We weren’t at the bar any longer. We were in a suite. I was so confused. The bartender started pulling my clothes off and I looked at her. She was completely naked and oh my God! Her body was.