She knows I have a foot fetish, but I had never gotten a chance to get her by herself without either my wife or her daughter being there. We sat on th... sofa and she plopped those cute little feet in my lap and let me have my way with them. She started telling me about this guy she dated who had a foot fetish, and how he liked to suck on her toes. By this time, I'm harder than math with letters instead of numbers, and she tells me that he was the biggest dick she ever had. She starts blushing. I think we should visit your sister." And she smiled."So do we leave Friday after work or Saturday morning early?" I knew if she was proposing something, she already had her version of a plan."Saturday morning early," she said. "That way we can have a good night's sleep here, instead of getting to Louisiana at eleven and then..." Good idea, baby," I said. "Of course, the weather..." Of course, silly," she said. "There's always that. But ... Let's call Elise and make sure she's gonna be there.". I look into your eyes sternly, in case you’re still wondering what’s giving me the attitude. I am not going to repeat myself, you need to rack your brains if you want an answer.This time I’m wearing my four-inch platform heels, my face brought to level with yours and I don’t feel dwarfed by you like I normally do when I’m barefoot. Today, I’m not that courteous girl who takes her shoes off.And let’s drop all this polite kissy-wissy. We both know, I’m not here for that. Your hard-on is. Call me at xxxxxxxx (cell no)The number wasnt Raghavs!I wasnt sure if it was him . but then i called. the voice was unmistakable…“Hello.. whats your name?”It was raghav“Rohan”there wasnt another name i could think of“When can we meet?” Raghav asked“You tell me”…Ï am pure top and i dont do orals for my bottoms.. unless they have something really tempting to offer. I just love fucking them well and yes no emotional hook ups!”I had never heard Raghav talk so precise and business like“Fine”was all.