I turn away from him without a word, and breeze into the front of the shop. That should keep him on his toes. I glance at the clock; it's 9:50pm, ten ...inutes to closing time. Perfect. * "Uh, hey Allen?" I call sweetly, but loud enough to be heard over the sound of running water in the back room. I hear the water sprayer cease, there's a space of six point five seconds and Allen is all but bursting though the swinging doors, drying his hands on his apron. Oh he's kinda cute when he's eager.. As my feet were soaking, I noticed that he had almost perfect feet, perfectly pedicured as I guess someone at a salon would have.I thought back to my foot fetish beginnings;Gregory Watkins was having me kiss his feet for him winning the swimming race.Having my brother and sisters kiss my feet, when I won Monopoly.Sucking on my best friend Nicole's toes at a sleepover.My father, spanking me as a punishment for staying out all night and then putting a ruler to the soles of my feet.Mistress. As enjoyable as the increased amount of sex was it did not change the fact that I just knew that Belinda was cheating on me and I wanted proof before I accused her of it.After two months of trying to find some trace of evidence and not finding any I was forced to admit that I might just be wrong. I decided to take one last shot at finding out and if nothing happened I would accept the fact that I was a paranoid asshole. I decided to set up an opportunity for her and then be where I could. Oh Christ that feels so fucking good. Fuck me, fuck me Jeremy. Pound my white cunt with your hot, black cock." My beautiful, sexy sister-in-law cried out and exploded in orgasm. Her arms shot straight out to the sides. I think if her legs hadn't still been tie up, they would have shot straight out too. I roughly grabbed her tits and squeezed. Milk squirted from her nipples and hit the mirror. Sammie watched the milk arch onto the mirror and then closed her eyes. A very low moan started deep in.