Rub it all over my hands and face..but obviously I couldn't just do that..So i knelt forward a little more..maybe i could just get a smell..just maybe....but no, I couldn't..so casually, playing with my pencil (my writing utensil, not my cock ;]..yet) I dropped it..I knelt down to grab it and while doing so took a biiiiiig whif of her smelly, little, sweaty feet. By god it was the greatest thing I'd ever smelled..I knew I had to have them, and soon. My dick was pulsing in my pants and I just. " She paused for a long moment to sip more beer and eat the scrambled eggs. "Lately I've been thinking about having an amputation." She deep throated a piece of bacon then took a bite. "But you're so beautiful." "And you think losing a leg would change that?" "I'm so confused about what I think. It's too bad you can't be an amputee part-time to test your feelings about this." "Interesting you say that. He gave me something to inject to make my leg become a stump for a while. I have crutches and. "Kim sad, "Hurry up and finish your soup. I have a pair of PJ's here that look nice and ought to fit you, and you just have time to take a quick shower." Where are they staying?" I asked."We put them up at the Ramada near the Interstate and rented them a car." Oh God!" I cried, no longer hungry. "What are they going to say?" Time will tell," Kim said, "now hurry up!"I swallowed the rest of the soup quickly and walked toward the bathroom, stripping off my gown on the way. Coward that I was, I. If I'd fucked Chris that night and said it hurt... well who knows— I didn't because I was feeling guilty and defensive, Chris plied me with wine and I slept like a log and woke with a hangover. Oversleeping and waking up groggy suited Chris’s plan, so thinking I was being smart I played into his hands.You know from Chris's story that when I showered that morning I saw a hickey on my breast. That threw me a little. Back then my home life and my fun cocoon at work were supposed to be totally.