The next 45 minutes were filled with invigorating moving meditation while my mind was filled with fantasies of worshipping all sixteen feet and all ei...hty toes in the room at the same time. My foot fetish was in full blaze by the end of the class and I knew Jeannie's feet were soon going to be in my mouth again. With perfect timing, while I was waiting for the elevator, Jeannie came back from her run and greeted me with a long sweet kiss. She was glistening with perspiration and both her sports. Tonight was no different. The whole reason I was here, the reason I always came here, was sex. A mouthful of cum from some unknown cock, being bent over and fucked in a dark little room by someone I would never see again, it made me so turned on I was almost shaking as I stepped into the darkened hallway lined with booths. I walked slowly down the hall looking at the movie posters on the doors of the booths. In my peripheral vision I watched an older man follow close behind. I knew why. When I. It would have been a waste of time.I was interrupted by the doorbell. I got up, walked into the foyer to see that Rachael had already opened the door. James was standing inside, dressed very nicely in a dark suit and a beautiful blue striped tie. He was a nice looking man, and always made a nice impression. My twins had not come out of the room, as usual. They disapproved of my dating. They always asked why daddy wasn't the one I was going out with. I always answered the same way: Daddy and I. "My ass!" she shot back, "you're an oversexed little degenerate." Yes, I am," I admitted.She seemed to be taken aback by such an admission. I guess she expected me to fight back and deny. "Well, I don't know what I'm going to do with you," she continued, "But while I think it over, run downstairs and get the spackle. You're damn lucky your Dad didn't find this. I'll talk to you about this later." And she left.As I got the spackle form the basement, I realized that I was pretty lucky. She didn't.