His eyes were a captivating shade of blue. His body, all six feet plus of it, was trim. He wore a pair of khaki trousers and a blue shirt, with a burg...ndy tie. He was carrying a briefcase."Hi," he said to Bree, who was standing there gaping at him. "I'm Professor Cary Gordon. You'd be Miss Spencer, the photographer, right?"Bree recovered quickly. "Yes, I'm Bree Spencer. We'll do this whenever you're ready, Professor Gordon."He loosened his tie a bit. "Please, call me Cary. After all, you're. It’s been Isabel, the tall, hard woman with a perfect muscular body and domineering attitude. Just thinking of her made me hard, and I spurted semen on myself more than once a night thinking of her long legs wrapping around me, her firm upright breasts pressed against me, her tongue penetrating my mouth. God, I want that so bad. My cock is getting hard again, right now.Jamie wasn’t around Saturday so I pretty much decided not to go to the club. In fact, I set up a date with Val, the cute girl. Well my shoes don’t smell that much. You wanna smell my feet?”i couldn’t believe what i just heard. she asked if i wanted to smell her feet.“sure. but we have to be quiet so we don’t wake my sister.” i told her“ok lets go in on your couch.”so we quitely walk in and sit on opposite ends on the couch. she slowly brings her feet up and place them in my lap. i layed down and put both feet on my face and started smell her feet with her tight ankle. Her arms were covered in long black gloves tipped withgolden nails. A black mask covered her eyes. Straight jet black hair hungdown between a pair of pointy ears on her head. A long tail hung downbehind her. A rolled bullwhip was clipped at one hip. A black purse hungfrom a long strap over her shoulder, resting against her other hip.Ivy's jaw dropped at the sight. The girls features looked familiar, butthe girlish glee that usually played over her roommates face was replacedby a seductive.