Undressing his feet as if they were as delicate as his dress shirt. Untying the shoes with my teeth, being careful not to drool over the tops of his s...oes. Slowly sliding them off, then taking his socks off, my hands lightly caressing the top of his feet…then it begins, the kissing, sucking of every toe, the licking up the sides of his ankles. Running my hands up his legs, all while cleaning each and every toe, sucking on it like it was a sign of my oral gratification to come. The feel of his. I know you are strong, that is why I have chosen you as my vessel. But you are smart, too. You know you cannot win. So why not relax? Why not enjoy this?No! Asiara knew that these words were probably true, but she couldn’t let herself give in. This was a contest of wills, and she was determined to win. But then, a new sensation drove some of her resistance out of her. The auburn-haired woman had leaned down, and was now pleasuring her sex with those same tantalizing snake-kisses that she had. Breathing was painful. At first, everything was out of focus. Then Amelia’s face swam into sharpness. Smoky eyes behind frameless glasses looked at me, and she burst into tears.My pain and discomfort were forgotten.“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” I begged. Amelia looked awful; hair, usually so soft and feathery, was limp. She was so pale.Lifting her glasses, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, gave me a half-hearted smile, and reached for my hand. Her touch was delicate and her hand. "FIFTEEN!"The brutal smack of her dad's large hand onto her soft round butt was enough to give the terrified girl the energy necessary to scream again. The pain was intense. But it was doing something strange to her body too, making it flinch and quiver and intensify the building pleasure already generated by her tickling fingers at her cunt's entrance."Th-thank-y-y-y-you," the girl blubbered. Why was she thanking him? She didn't know.Then it came to her in a flash: she had to thank him. It was.