Shower, shave, quick breakfast, and as we shared the plans for the day over a cup of coffee, you seemed to have this devilish look in your eyes. I did...’t know what you were thinking, but I loved how you looked at me over the rim of your coffee cup when you took another sip. It was as if you were undressing me with your eyes. It was turning me on. Then as I finished the last drop of my coffee, I stood to grab my car keys. Walked over to you to give you a quick kiss before I headed out the door.. I felt his hot load fill me up, and his cock pulsate as it released the hot sticky cum deep inside me. Leaning against me, leaning against the car, we both heaved for breath for a few minutes. Then he said “What was your name again? Chase? How about that number now… I’d like you to meet my wife.”What the fuck? I had never had that happen to me before. It knocked the wind out of my sails a bit but I did give him my number; I wanted to feel that enormous cock again and I just hoped he was joking. The third message led me to believe that Peter was already working on his “little hard-on that could” and perhaps even started the wine. “ Mia, you're gonna look so hot in this, I'm waitin for ya, thinkin about takin your picture,,,,, you can take the Alfa home tonight with the dealer plates and it'll be all yours by Monday...all yours...k?” I heard a few jagged breaths and a click. I imagined Peter pulling on his little cock and rubbing lingerie on his chest. I giggled to myself, knowing. I want to learn how to lick your beautiful feet properly. I beg you Ma’am please teach me how to lick them properly.’ ‘How do I teach you? I never taught your dad.’ ‘I am sorry ma’am. Can I suggest that when I don’t lick them properly, please slap me hard with you feet. Then I will know how not to lick. And when I am doing it properly then please pat me your feet so that I know that I am doing it right. Please teach me this Ma’am. I want to lick your feet all the time.’ I begged. ‘If I started.