" Well I love polishing my feet, and Jules knows this, maybe this is her passionate side? Naked I delve into her feet, Jules relaxes, as I fix them u... in a pretty pink shade. Satisfied I think, as I clean up her kit, she rubs her feet up and down my arm and brushing my breast. "Nice work, Miche, kiss them, love them, I know you love feet. Love my feet slut." Hers are beautiful, small with a very high arch, and toes that I am drawn to. My lips slowly separate and my tongue sneaks out. Then he puts down the wand, leans into the tub and begins to worship my ass hole with his tongue as he slides two fingers into my pussy and works my G-spot, hoping to make me squirt. I gasp with the pleasure of his invading tongue and fingers, but I will not be that easy and push his head away as I move off his fingers and climb out of the tub. He begins drying off my feet and is working his way up when his eyes lock onto my erect nipples. I grab the back of his head, shove a nipple into his. The tall man stood, his eyes met mine, no words we necessary. I followed behind him like an obedient puppy to the back quarters where we undressed, I performed the same ritual between his legs and once his needs were met, I stood and masturbated as expected.Jon was present, standing at attention at the door when I entered the office area. Our eyes met and I knew that he knew what had transpired in the back room. I felt embarrassed and surely blushed, he half-smirked - but not in a condescending. By the time they left, she was sobbing almost uncontrollably. I was already calculating how to make the best of this situation. “You have the key? You let them all in here for this?” I questioned, accusingly. She nodded, terrified and unable to speak. “Let’s go,” I instructed her.I stepped out into the hallway again, then stood aside to let her pass. When she followed, I turned off the light behind us and instructed her to lock the outside door. Immediately next-door to the room we’d.