I want to eat her feet stew so badly!?Ok, good boy. Now take off my socks and empty them in your bowl.?I eagerly returned to her stinky feet, stopping...a moment to enjoy the smell once again before setting myself to the task at hand.?Hmmm... Actually, don?t use your hands. Use your mouth!??Ok, Miss Taylor!?She placed her foot into the dog bowl. I lowered my mouth to her waiting foot, and she gave her toes another wiggle.?Lord, my feet stink! Hurry up, I don?t know how long I can stand this. ”She did, all the way around, ending up like she was to start with. How literal she is, he thought.“Turn half way around.” He could play the game, though.Shit. She didn’t move.“Stormi. Turn half way around.” That did it. Now her fine, fabulous ass was presented to him. He reached through the slot, cussing it for being so high. He finally pulled the chair right up to the slot, and sat in the chair on his knees, with his whole arm in the slot. He caressed her sweet ass, and ran his fingers up and. ”“Yeah. I’m serious.”“Okay cool!”Ced pulled in the parking lot of his hotel. He handed a keycard to the coach and said, “Go in to Room 127. Text when you shut the door, but don’t put the latch on.”The dance instructor shot back, “Okay!”Ced got the text. He exited the vehicle.When Ced opened the door the coach was sitting on the couch that was in the room.Ced announced, “Let’s have another drink.”The older coach slurred, “I’m already lit. I don’t need another. Plus I really gotta get back to my. I guess we've both been too environmentally sensitized about waste. You wouldn't believe how big a fifteen-hundred pound shark is until you have to try to eat the whole damned thing with just one other person to help."When they walked over to the fraternity house, it was nine o'clock. The first thing they were told to do was to take off their shirts. When they all did, they went to the basement where the party was getting underway. Everyone present was bare to the waist. Tom put his arm around.