"OOOWWW,"Oliver yelped. Another and another slap was delivered.Oliver could feel a heat spreading around his bottom.He felt the monks left hand caress...ng his bare back while the monks right hand was chastising his bottom. The monks woolen habit was making Oliver's fully erect penis itch a little and coupled with the growing pain he was experiencing across his posterior the whole experience was making his regretful he came;but the was still something very pleasurable .something that was really. As they waited for the bill, Emylee was thinking of the kiss. It had made her cheeks blush, her nipples stand at erect attn again, and made the slit between her legs heat up. She knew that along with the heartfelt feelings between them, there was also a strong sexual attraction. As they left the restaurant they took a walk through town so she could absorb the lively atmosphere. Half ways through the walk Shawn gently pulled her small hand into his. They walked hand in hand back to her car as he. I really am not a rude person so I did respond once in a while. To what she was talking about was things right out of the morning papers and not a lot of female jabbering.After she had finished the last of her biscuits and gravy as well as the third cup of tea she stopped talking and looked at me with those emerald green eyes, batting those very long eye lashes that I could tell were real and not all made up. In fact looking very closely I would have to say she wore absolutely no makeup, just. Look at how sweaty my bare foot is. Isn’t it perfect? It is so soft right now from the sweat.” All I was to her was a pathetic footstool – my eyes were consumed by the intricate details of her beautiful bare foot, my nose was dominated by the overwhelming scent of 10 day worn pantyhose, my mouth was tasting the stink that my nose was inhaling, and my hearing was focused on her unbelievably sexy foot fetish porn star voice. At that moment, I realized how I was absolutely nothing but a footstool.