And her toes are prefect. No nasty corns, bunions, misshaped, nothing! They are tiny and cute too but not bunched up looking like small pig snouts. So...t and they taste good. And they are the right size from the big toe to the pinky one. Marvelous. So she telling me to kiss her feet, and I'm loving cause she been wearing sandals all day so they are a lil dirty and she know I love that. Then I notice the dress she got on because I got a little to into the love making of her pretty feet. I lfted. Oh, how I wanted him to wake up! How could he not wake up to the hand full and a half of my breast in the palm of his hand. I thought about sneaking my hand down into my panties and playing with my clit through my own juices my fingers would be swimming in to tide me over until he wakes. That would not be any where near as satisfying as his member, I decided to continue waiting.... For now. Less than five minutes had passed and I had grown even more inpatient. I decided to get out of bed and. Did that make it any different? If she refused, she would be punished endlessly until she gave in. Did that make it some sort of rape, and absolve her from the title and rôle of whore?As she reached Colin and Madame, she heard him ask, "What time do I have to leave tomorrow?" After breakfast," Martha replied, and then added teasingly, "which is at five in the morning here."When Colin's face fell Martha laughed and said, "Only joking; you leave when you have finished, but fifteen hours is enough. She had not waited for his reply, but had taken his hand, and led him up the stairs to her quarters. Inside the room, she had turned, and kissed him again. Then she had helped him off with his jacket - his tie, and helped him undo his trousers. It had not taken her long to slip out of her dress, and lay back on the bed in her slip and stockings. She had raised her arms eagerly to him."You know what I want you to do John - you know I want you!"Within seconds, and without preamble, he was inside.