Then you can start massaging them, starting with my toes and working your way up to my ankles."Jason knelt in front of the chair and gently began spre...ding oil on her feet. He followed her directions as he pressed hard into the soles of her feet with the palms of his hands and worked the muscles and tendons of her arches. He massaged the area around her ankles and then pushed up her calves, obediently stopping at her knees.Next came massaging her arms, shoulders, and neck. She instructed him to. "You nod dubiously, still looking at the unfamiliar woman in the mirror.If you are destined to be your wife's ideal lover, you might as well gofull ideal, right? At least you?re getting a lot of pleasure out of thedeal, since Maya seems to want to please you constantly.Maya heads to the shower to clean off, and you toss on one of Maya?st-shirts and a pair of yoga pants. You head back to the mirror and stareat yourself. Nobody would ever know that you had not been born a woman,and with the shirt. ”“OK. Just thought I’d ask. I mean mummy tells me that with Geoff, my father, it’s feet. He’ll do anything if she just lets him get down at her feet. She’s been ever so cruel to him sometimes from what she says but it seems he just loves it.”I didn’t want to think about that. Nor did I want to think about being crouched down at Sally’s feet, or for that matter, her daughter’s. The trouble was my cock was disagreeing stiffly and Jill noticed.“Are you sure you haven’t got something you want to. Eachmorning, suck Casey, collect his cum in the jar whichLisa kept in the fridge. Lisa delighted in not allowingme to brush my teeth before class, ensuring I would tasteCasey until I ate lunch, my breath smelling of his cum,ensuring I would avoid speaking with anyone. Everyevening, the same act repeated to her satisfaction. ByThursday, the jar was nearly full. Casey would follow mearound the house, his cock sticking out and ready for hisnext “milking”.At lunch, I was busy making the.