He hopped off his chair and hustled to the back of the room, leaving me to fondle the beautiful books, imagining how they would be received tomorrow.S...ddenly I had to duck deep down. There, his face pressed to the window, was Alfred, peering into the shop. Damn, what to do now? Perhaps I was saved by his threshold fear or it could be the shop looked too dark and uninviting. He did not come in but the man was back beside me."Here, take this with you. You are right, goodwill is something. While most foot fetish fantasies are about getting their cock stroked with feet, mine is more into the smell and taste of her feet. Obviously, I never want them washed, and I prefer to have them after being in her work shoes all day. They are always soft on the soles, and have that musky aroma every time….EVERY time! When I get to have my way with her, I take my time and enjoy the seconds like they were hours. My favorite thing currently is kneeling next to her naked body and her feet in. After all, an English noblewoman has expectations, and hers' come in the form of a young man named Charles Tarell. Charles Tarell is Eleanor's betrothed, and is the eldest son of a wealthy member of the East India Company. Their betrothal is meant to seal a partnership between their fathers, something that Eleanor somewhat resents.Not that she particularly dislikes Charles himself, of course. He's always seemed likable sort, from the interactions Eleanor has had with him. He was certainly. The big head pushes at your anus, slowly stretching it wider and wider. You pull a face until it forces its way in and then you slide more easily about half-way down the shaft. You lift up again until you feel the head start to tug at your anus, then slide down again. Each time you slide down Angel’s cock goes deeper into your ass. After a minute or two you have the whole thing deep inside you. You move gently for fear of hurting yourself with this huge thing so tight inside you. You turn so.