“I like the way I look in these shoes, but by the end of the evening, my feet are killing me.”It was a simple, honest comment. My feet were, in ...act, killing me at the moment. However, Elizabeth took it as an invitation. She moved over and sat on the floor in front of me, Indian-style. She then took my left foot and began to massage it. “I think I can help you out there, girlfriend. Let me give you a foot massage. Robert, come here and help me give this lady a proper foot. And now here we were at the epicenter of a scene of sexual debauchery that would have shocked our friends and family if they’d seen what Jill was about to let happen to her. If they’d seen her meekly allow herself to be strapped in as she looked forward to the next part in the sexual journey Luther had promised her.Before she’d met Luther, two guys (plus me) had been the limit of my beautiful wife’s experience. Luther had soon doubled this up from two to four, and now that Jill worked for him. )Then my right hand comes to my mouth so I can "hide" a practiced,nervously high pitched giggle into my straightened fingertips as my gazeshyly darts between his shoes and the zipper of his pants. (Threeseconds.)Then both my arms are back into Sissy Presentation (one second) beforefinally transitioning into "Sissy Princess", where I bend my wrists up,both palms facing outwards, finger tips ever so slightly curled in- adainty pose familiar to Disney lovers everywhere. But the Disney comparison. I saw two of her fingers glistening as she pumped them in and out. Hips straining, her fingers plunged deep inside, Erica gave out two very long moans, then a drawn out sigh as her body settled back on the bed. Panting, trying to control myself so she wouldn’t hear me, I waited. I wanted to go away and make myself cum, but I was afraid she’d hear me. She continued rubbing herself, more gently now. Then she rolled on her side and I heard her fumbling with something. I figured she was getting a.