I sit on a raised stool and you can only see me from the waist up. I do wear sweaters a lot and often get guys lingering to look at my breasts. It was...my regular guy who visited me once at work. A busy day with lots of people passing. We talked a bit and he had this bright idea.He wanted to enter my booth and pretend he was fixing something, and then when he got the chance, he would move beneath the counter. I was wet in seconds. Crazy with the idea. I let him in and he pretended to be fixing. Choice: attend the feet or wake up half the Via Veneto and seek shoes until dawn.‘Cara, let me see your piedi dolorosi, perhaps I can help them.She fell back into the loveseat: ‘Try my cavallo, try, or I shall perish.Gathering towels, a basin of warmed (carefully) water, and cremes unguere, I approached her feet: delicate, finely boned, sleek – reminiscent of the sleek edged muscles of a racehorse or the sinewy paw of a cat.Soaking her left foot, I massaged it gently in the water. Relaxing,. He was not in a playful mood. If anything, my actions had made him serious and intense."I think you like being dominated, am I right?"I smiled."Stand in front of me and turn your back."I obeyed him.I stood with my legs apart, hoping he would slide his hand up my dress or even get his cock out and ask me to sit down on it.He did neither."Lift your skirt up."I raised it.He slapped me sharply, twice on each cheek making my arse wobble. Then he placed his hand on me gently and rubbed soothingly at. ’ ‘Spinning around quickly, Veronica gave Erin the back of her hand right across her cheek, and in an almost evil voice spat, ‘Don’t you ever tell what to do again, you little cunt, do you got it!?!’ Tears immediately welled up in Erin’s eyes while she rubbed her burning cheek, but she still managed to stammer in a weak voice, ‘I-I undertstand, Veronica, I’ll be a good girl, I promise!!! With a haughty superior look on her face, Veronica literally sneered at Erin and replied, ‘That, my little.