You'retaste in clothes is so appalling that I thought I wouldmatch the outfits for you from now on. Now please put onthe sweater I've laid out for you..."It was my favorite white cotton turtleneck. I pulled itover my head and when I made an adjustment to the top, ithid my leather collar completely. Next came a pair of redslacks that almost matched my underwear. I hadn't worn themin quite some time."Hurry up Kendra, you take all day getting dressed. I havethings to do."I got the slacks on as fast. Sucking on my best friend Nicole's toes at a sleepover.My father, spanking me as a punishment for staying out all night and then putting a ruler to the soles of my feet.Mistress Victoria having me worship her feet and learning that fetishes are nothing to be ashamed of.My husband, Ron, sucking on my toes at our wedding.I guess I was staring at his feet when Carlos’ voice broke my reverie."Do you like feet, Rose?" Carlos asked.“What?’ I looked at him frozen. Many answers and excuses swirled in. Tell me about it."Anyone else would have walked out on me, a relative stranger, if I'd said that to them but not her. You see, I can kind of smell it on them, it's a ‘hormone’ they give off.She'd opened up about it, relished recounting the sordid brutality yet the details were irrelevant because she needed to live through it in a variety of ways again and again and again - Freud’s compulsion to repeat.*"I'm going to fucking hurt you, you worthless, fat and ugly bitch.'She says nothing so I. Maine uski t shirt uteri aur such karna chalu kiya vo aaaaahh karne lagi aur mera sir pakad liya aur baalo me ungliya dal di. Maine kuch der uska boobs phir uske lips chuse aur phir lower utar diya aur jaise hi Choot p haath lagaya usne haath hata diya aur boli ye bhool jao . ye sunte hi mera dimaag kharrab ho gaya. Maine siocha ki shayaad nataak kar rahi hai aur garam karta hu kuch der maine uske kaan ke paas uski gardan pe kiss iya to vo pagal ho gai aur phir maine uske choot me ungli dali.