“You heard me. I want to rub your feet.” I said.“Why? You got a foot fetish or something?” She asked.“Hardly.” I scoffed. “Rubbing your ...eet will relax you and burn off my extra energy.” I stated. “If you don’t want to, fine. I’ll take a swim instead, and we can talk while I do that.”“No, no. The foot rubs are fine.” She said, pulling off her socks.To be honest, I didn’t want to rub HER feet. I wanted to rub Annie’s feet. I had been rubbing Annie’s feet since we got engaged. Don’t know how it. My angry jibe about having gang bangs, something I would never do, brought tears to my eyes.Aaron took my arm to lead me below, as I had started to cry. That really pissed me off; I did not want to appear like a weak little girl in front of these guys. So I snapped at Ryker as I passed him, “These are not upset tears, I’m just so fucking pissed at that arsehole, I can’t help them.”Ryker gave me a look of understanding and followed Aaron and me into the cabin. He grabbed Max’s carry-all, then. Kate set her beer on the counter and tried to meet my stare but couldn’t keep eye contact. ‘I guess you want to know why I did it,’ she said. ‘That would be a good start,’ I said. ‘I don’t know why I did it. It just kind of happened. I had a lot to drink on Saturday and was feeling a little crazy Saturday night. Then Carl came over and asked me to dance.’ ‘Carl? Was that the assholes name?’ ‘Yes. Carl Long. Anyway, while we were dancing he kept telling me how beautiful I was and that he. One of the boyfriends of a hot girl at the bar was an attractive guy that was flirting with T and dancing sexy with both of them. The girl was even dancing with T and on occasion would get close enough to rub chest to chest and turn around and push up on T. This would brush T’s chest on her back. The boyfriend would then be on the other side grinding on T’s rear-end. I am pretty sure he had a hard on from T. I was very turned on by this and would occasionally dance with T the same way and with.