Who knows what dreams the cunt may have had? Maybe she’d wanted to be treated like a princess while she obliged some lover with her virginity? Maybe...on her marital bed? Abdul had heard all this, but never obliged a girl with it, even when he was in the west. And now he was here, in his own country, in his own hotel. Here he’d treat a girl for what she really was, and this particular one was a slut slave pure and simple. He gave her heaving form a slight kick as he got up and cleaned off. He. ..only to find a cold mattress. My eyes opened and I looked around the dark, empty room, searching for my missing lover. It was then I heard the sound of running water and a soft smile tugged at the corners of my full lips. I pushed the heavy covers off me, wincing as I began to move...sore in all the right places. I stood a little shaky on my weak legs and shivered again as the cool morning breeze caressed my skin once more. Chills ran up and down my arms and legs as my small brown nipples. You guessed it, CONFIDENCE! I never had "the balls" to just ask girls out. Now, I've had girl friends in the past, but they've always asked me out. I guess early on I got used to girls just wanting me. I first found out I had a foot fetish around 3 years ago or so, when I was watching porn (how some things never change lol). The porno I saw was featured on another popular free porn website, the video was titled: "Audrey Bitoni performs a footjob." After I saw that video, my life changed forever. I hope that’s okay.”I smile at the thought of the young bucks in Nick’s kitchen arguing over who gets to deliver the lunch to my condo. I have a reputation. Last week, the young, pimply faced son of Nick watched gaped mouthed in awe from the doorway as two naked, slim and stacked girls ran about my place in a reckless pillow fight. He had nearly dropped the bag of gyros. I have a standing account with the deli. But, in addition to the usually erotic scenery, I tip very well. So, the service is.