She knew the position of power she was in over him, as she slowly continued to frustrate him with her scent. She silently filled his mind with thought... of what it would be like to actually come for the first time in memory; to spew his load across her rough, dry feet, and watch the semen settle into the crevices of her cracked, wrinkly soles. To drink it up from them, laced with the intoxicating aroma of the filth she'd tracked in during the day. She didn't have to speak a word of this. She. ‘You did well.’ She handed me an envelope which, without opening, I placed in my bag. I wished her goodnight and left. Sam was waiting for me in the Merc. Satisfied I had come to no harm she kissed me and in her easy, competent way, drove me home. She always asked me what had transpired between me and the client and I always told her absolutely truthfully. This was a ritual for us and meant that she knew I kept nothing from her and that I could always be totally open. There are no secrets. I had been going to the same deli for about two years several times a week for lunch when I noticed a hand written phone number on my receipt one day. As I thought about it there was a young guy that had been working there for several months that always seemed to help me and was very talkative. I had never found myself attracted to men but had only fantasized about sexual encounters, but at that moment I started feeling that if this guy was attracted to me I could actually make my fantasies. It is OK, I will be fine. You need to punish me, so spank me because I was a very naughty girl who broke the rules. You are just helping me to learn a lesson." "OK Sam, could you try to part your legs a bit, I think that will give us a softer, less tense target, if that's alright with you." "Oh sure Mr. Martin, I'll do my best to keep my legs open as far as I can for you. How does this look." She asked, as her thighs parted and a clear view of the young girls clearly wet clit came into view..