? I reply as I go to kneel before her. I can?t believe how much that turned me on. My burning feet findsome solace as my weight is finally taken off o... them. I gently remove herelegant business pump and begin kneading her beautiful foot. I take her hotsweaty foot and press my chin into the bottom of her toes, bending them back.My senses are overwhelmed as I hold her black stocking foot to my face. I am soaroused, so desperate, so in need. I try desperately to contain my lust for heras I massage. I felt happy.Then we used to text all naughty messages where she herself used to give signs of sex and she used force me to take my room (am a bachelor live with my friends). How can I? It’s not possible for me. I waited for the nice moment weft my roommates were not there and told her that no one is there. Her sexual senses aroused I think she begged me to bring her my room and give her a feel. Before this real experience we used to have a sex chat daily where we both go mad on the texts and. Then hecrossed the distance between us in a few long-legged strides, puttinghimself uncomfortably close to me. I stood there with my hands at mysides, trembling and trying not to break down in tears. This time Ididn't need the hormones to bring my emotions to the surface. He putone large hand on my slender upper arm and held me where I was.Gazing down at me, staring so that I had to avert my eyes, he said,"This is one weak swish of a sissy. No wonder you need me to take careof you." He. ’ Her lovely blue eyes widened a shade at that. ‘Rigorous…..how?’ I didn’t know how much to tell her. ‘You are to be trained to take physical pain – and derive pleasure from it.’ She turned away, and when she looked back at me again, there were tears in her eyes. ‘Just what have I done?’ she said, waveringly, ‘I’ve tried to be a good wife to Enrique, and he sends me to… to….this prison!’ ‘It’s not a prison, Cindy, all the girls you will meet are here willingly, and they have all undergone the.