"Vera ignored the girl and took a short crop out of the cabinet. She continued teasing her poor patient, "Your pussy looks really wet Sandra. How does...it feel?"Sandra was now openly struggling to get out of her bonds, "Please don't Mistress," she pleaded. "I'll do whatever you want, I promise."For a fleeting moment, Vera felt sorry for the girl, but knew she needed this treatment. After all, Sandra did want this and it was going to make her a better slut. "You're already doing what I want. I was in heaven chanting 'foot fuck..foot fuck'. Then it happened. It felt as if my cock was going to explode with the most incredable feeling of pleasure I could have imagined. My cock squirted all over her feet, the floor, making puddles between her toes that leaked onto the floor at the end of the couch.I would forever be addicted to foot fucking. My fetish made me take some great chances. I often crawled on my hands and knees into her room to search in the dark for her foot to see if it was. When my son realized I was going no further, he took his hand from my breast and moved to his dick. He pressed his dick down, which made his penis head touch my fingers. He just held it there. It was so hot. I was so aroused. I didn't know what to do. My head was spinning; my heart was beating so fast. My mind began to re-focus and I understood that my son was fully aware of what we were doing and wanted this to happen. Neither of us had spoken a word. Our bodies were doing all the talking. I. ”“You think that son’s that bad?”“Probably not, but I think he’s a serial abuser, maybe even a rapist, and he also has his charm despite himself.”“And murderer.”“Yes. An escalation of abuse I think.”“Or its happened in the past, and the father is protecting him again.”“With Julio as scapegoat.”“Worth looking into it.”“I suppose.”Drew laughed. “Kenneth?”“Of course.”“We’ll look into it anyway,” Drew chuckled.“I haven’t actually told him about our new discoveries yet.”“Why not?”“I’m expecting his.