His feet were now bare. Ryan then commanded me to crawl to him until I was about a foot in front of him. "Now piglet" he smirked at me, "my feet need ...leaning, get to it" I was now put thru an even more humiliating ordeal of foot worship for my taunting master. Forced to tongue bathe his sweat and dirt covered feet, starting with the toes and in between. I slavishly licked and massaged his filthy feet with my tongue until they were squeaky clean. They both taunted me throughout my ordeal. It. . you know I'd love to go out with you, but I really can't take the time off tonight." That's okay," I said, trying not to sigh audibly into the phone. "What nights are you free?" I asked."Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday nights are the only nights I don't work, and sometimes when it gets busy I'll add a night if I get caught up on my studying. Like next week I'm working Monday instead of Friday, but that's just a one-time thing." Oh," I replied. Sunday nights were generally bad for me. Whatever he did, Steve did not want to let his fiancee down. Somehow, there had to be some common ground that would enable them to a mutually advantageous solution to their problems. But, Steve reminded himself, it would not be easy.John Stone came into the kitchen at 8:30 and sat down across from his son."Good morning, Steve. Didn't you sleep well? I didn't expect you up this early." I slept like a baby. I guess I'm still on Eastern time. Back there, it would be 10:30, and most of the morning. I still thought about letting mom see my cock because I like thinking how excited she might get when she sees it. I start leaving the covers off of me when I go to bed and leaving my door open a little so she can look at it. Nothing happened for a couple of days and my folks still weren't talking, it was getting bad. I was in my bed on Thursday when I heard mom walking down the hall. Perfect, I had on a pair of boxers that were a little small so I put my cock down the left leg hole until it.