I have a massive foot fetish and crush fetish. all this i owe to none other than nithya chechi.the first incident that got me off was with crushing. i... was at the age of 6 when i was off school on summer vacation. nithya chechi had jus bought a new scooter and they had delivered it home. i had jus stepped out to play arnd the house and i noticed across the wall there was a new vehicle at their place. i ran across and entered their gate jus in time when chechi and her mother came out. they had. I think they would make an ideal couple, and when I asked her if she'd got his ‘phone number, she confirmed that she did. “I’m going to suggest something completely wild,” I said excitedly, “and if you don’t want to do it, I’ll completely understand.” She looked at me quizzically and asked me what I had in mind. “Quite simply,” I said, “why don’t we call him and invite him round right now so that you can pick up where you left off last night.” I could tell from her expression that she was. While he was authoritative, it was not f***eful, and I was eager to please him. He had me lick hairy armpits (I can almost taste and smell that sexy aroma there. He had no deodorant, so my mouth could savor his sweaty taste. It was a clean, almost sweet smell and taste. I licked over to his furry chest, sucking on each nipple (he loved that!), and slowly worked my tongue down his chest and stomach to his belly button. How I tongue-fucked that small and hairy crevice! I guess he was either. I gasped and he filled my mouth with his cock. He grabbed my head and pumped onto my throat. I choked and gasped as he forced himself deeper and deeper until my throat eased it gag reflex. Soon he was easily thrusting down my throat as I gulped air between thrusts. Bill groaned and filled my stomach with his seed except for his last few drops. Those he left on my tongue, so he knew that I knew how he tasted. Bill removed my duct tape manacles and pointed to the toilet. I used the restroom.