I reach down and pick up her other foot to bring it near my cock. I explode over the toe of the shoe. She looks down with a pleased smile and says "Cl...an it up." I can hardly get up to get a washcloth to clean with.Once back with the wet wash clothe, I begin to wipe up all of the cum from her shoes. Making sure to get every last drop and then take a dry clothe to buff the shine back into the patent leather.When I am done cleaning the shoe, I get up and start to take the G-string the rest of the. He stood up and helped her to her feet, moving her waist closer to his. He pulled her neck close and teased her neck with his tongue, drawing circles against her skin while she moaned. He guided her body forward, and she sat on the table. His hands moved to her jeans and unbuttoned them. He slipped his hands between her legs and past her panties. She gasped loudly at the touch of his fingers. Her hips moved with him, begging him for something more, something harder and faster. The way she. ” I said, standing up, and pulling out my name tag, and sticking it in my t-shirt.“Oh my god! Luke D’Angelo!” Kim exclaimed. “I never would have guessed that it was you! You look so different! You look good. How have you been?”The funny thing was that she sounded genuinely happy that I was there.“I've been well. Living out in California.” I answered. “How about you all? How have you all been?”“Where to begin?” Heather snorted. “Let's see, I'm in the middle of divorce number two, Kim has had a. Laying face down, naked on the bed, my body being under his full control, with my also full consent, the oily massage was a haven's visit, hands rubbing the back my legsstarting with the little toes and in between the toes, then creeping up all the way to my waist with a convenient pause while in the anal area, the next step was to turn me around to face up, two pillows under my bum, legs stretched wide open giving full access to both, my smallish dick and my well worked anus, as I said,.