“Hermes, like the Greek god?” Orrin asked, surprised. “I love mythology. It’s one of my favorite things to read. Hermes was the messenger.” ...“Well my family is Greek. My parents named all of their children after Greek gods, but I tell most people my name is Herman because if I tell them my real name, I get strange looks. No one in this country is called Hermes.” “So why did you tell me your name was Hermes and not Herman?” “I’m not sure, but when I saw you holding the guitar that my friend. That day I jokingly said ur toes tasted great should i bit it again. She said go on. Then i bit on her toes again she didn’t said anything so started sucking her toes and other fingers of her feets.Bhaiya found out that she asked me for feet massage in exchange for she makes me meals for my gym. He started laughing and didn’t said anything. as time passed i found courage, i used to lick her legs till knees. That after i saw she was not wearing any panties. I went up to her thighs, started. "Shit!"You were wearing no panties! There, right underneath that black skirt, between those beautifully, rounded ass cheeks, was the damp and swollen lips of your sex. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. A rush of blood filled my manhood and it began to grow, throbbing against my inner thigh. As if on its own, my hand reached out to caress the back of those smooth thighs. I half expected a quick slap on the hand but it never came. Still braver, my fingers rose up and I slid my index finger across. "I better leave you two love birds alone," Sarah said and left the room. "You will be free as long as you act like a girl on a date," Susan said. There was silence.... I did not hear Susan's constant orders of how to move in feminine manners. For the first time, since coming to this room, I did not hear Susan's voice or Sarah's. It was strange. In a way, I got accustomed to hearing them constantly. But the quiet was good. It was definitely less exhaustive. "Smells good, what did you make?".