’ I watched him as he sat at my feet. He slipped my shoe off and I thought how romantic, he wants to undress me. I lay back on the bed, and then I f...lt this wet thing licking my toes! ‘Martin, what the fuck are you doing?’ I shrieked. ‘You said anything. Can I do it, please?’ I didn’t get time to answer. He just started licking and kissing my toes again. It sort of got to me a bit, so I thought I would just lay there and let him do it. I was a bit worried though, I mean I had run down the road. You move your legs apart so I can cover the inside of your warm thighs, with your oil, with my hands getting close to your warmth. You let out a long moan as my hand follows the natural crease of your leg going very close to your shaved pussy. My cock twitches against your calf as I feel you wriggle to my touch. Which results in causing you to move more and opening your leg a little more. I stand up, to shift my position, you clearly see I am still rock hard and reach over to my towel; you pull. It wasn't upscale at all, so it didn't offend my sensibilities. I bought four pairs of ten dollar jeans, for twenty bucks a pair, because that is what they were at that store. Osborn insisted I not go to Walmart, but I missed them already. I bought a six pack of boys tee shirts. I also bought a six pack of bikini panties. I thought they were all white, but I found when I opened them they had little flowers. I had inadvertently bought children's again.I drew the line at five dollar a pair cotton. She wasn't looking at the belt. Her attention was focused on my upwardly mobile instrument of foreign policy.I strutted over to the bed, belt in hand."Present your wrists."I bound them loosely behind her so she would feel no pain. Then I poured myself another dollop of champagne and leaned over to kiss her, rubbing my hard cock on her soft slippery thigh.She closed her eyes and moved towards my lips, but I spat the mixture all over her face and breasts before she could open her mouth."And now,.