She said mmm thought you like that I caught you rubbing your hard cock there, my hubby loves to drench my toes in his cum, he's turned me into his lit...le nylon foot queen ? he is always spunking over my feet or my worn nylons even enjoys fucking and rubbing his cock over my heels making a warm mess allover them. And he is always wanted me to take another man's load over my feet, and my nylon gussett is soaking up just thinking of fulfilling his fantasy, and I'd love YOU to rub kiss lick suck. Liz, he’s not a robot. I thought to myself. But he can be my toy. For the week, anyway. There’s a part of me that is horrified at the thought. Celine had paid him to have sex with me? THAT was was she meant when she said all that about getting laid? So what? Another little voice in my head questioned. Who cares? No one will know what you did here. You care far too much about what other people think. You wouldn’t have locked yourself away for eight months if you didn’t care about what Aaron. He stands up and moves slowly across the room struggling to cope withhis new shoes. I find his discomfort amusing and know I will gain muchpleasure from subjecting him to similar experiences.It's time to add one more touch. I have him sit back on the stool and Itake my compact and powder his face, it's only a light dusting to takeaway the shine. I add rouge circles to his cheeks and along the bridgeof his nose. His eyebrows are gone I insisted that he shave them off. Ihave scope to experiment. Those big fleshy breasts had small goosebumps, the pink nipples wrinkled and thrusting with desire, I saw her trembling slightly as I was.She whispered, “We have to stop?”My hand cupped the bottom of one breast and hefted it, finding it heavier than expected but soft and warm, inviting. Mother pressed her lips tightly together as I leaned over. There was little taste to her nipple but felt so good having it in my mouth. And I could feel her flesh beneath me quivering, could feel the groan.