So I tried leaving a nude photo of myself laying around for him to see when he got home. I left it on the end table, so he'd have to see it, and then ...'d find out if anything happened. I purposely came home an hour later than normal so he'd have the opportunity to do something, if he wanted to. I came home then and found him on the couch, but the picture was gone. “Hey sweetie, how you doing?” I asked as I sat down with him. He seemed OK, he wasn't nervous or anything like that. “Well fine I. I was on my mattress when he did this again, one hour later. Then, he went again on his bed, and ordered me lick his feet. I did like the video was showing, and put my tongue on his soles and sucked his toes. His feet were very large and sweaty. He seemed to be amused first, then to like it because he makes me do it several times a day. I felt terrible the first time, and I wanted to die maybe. Now, it's nothing, I like to lick the feet of my master, it's not difficult and I'm good at it he. Like many Hispanic men Christie had known, he always spoke quietly. She liked his company. He made her feel comfortable and safe. ‘Come to lunch with us. Do you have time?’ ‘I was hoping you would ask that. It’s what I came for.’ They walked down the mall to a nearby deli where Ralph and Christie ate lunch together several times a month. Christie ordered a salad and the men had sandwiches, which they ate outside at an umbrella table. They talked about business for a while, and then Danny’s. Then I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she was coyly letting her legs part. They slowly split drifting apart and her white undies shone in the shadows between them. When I saw the damp spot on the crotch of her panties framed between her thighs I unconsciously did a double take and my cock immediately started to stiffen. Julie realized where I was looking and with her cute giggle said, "Oh Rodger, you are such a perv. But then I guess so am I for teasing you."Still smiling Julie moved.