"I don't need the grade that bad." I asked her if I could massage her feet. She thought about it for a second, and said if she could use that as extra...credit. "Sure." I responded.I knelt at her feet and undid the laces carefully and slowly, as if unwrapping a crystal vase. I savored every moment of it, as I removed her pink feet from her cotton shoes. Slight creases from being in the shoes all day covered her feet. Her toenails were painted pink. The smell of her feet being in her shoes for a. "My, my, aren't you cute," she chuckled. She did apologize somewhat forgoing as far as she did with my regression, but assured me that it wouldprove to be a much more effective study this way. The scientist in mehad to admit she was right. She proceeded to measure my hair length(just touching my ears), as we had determined that hair growth is themost effective way to measure physical aging. There were too many otherdeterminants (diet, vitamins, etc) involved with measuring weight. As the speed of fingering increased, her body began cramping and in a minute or two, she gasped and moaned as she had her first orgasm. This was the first time she was experiencing the pleasure of two men fondling her body and the reaction was evident. As she squirted, Rajesh hungrily slurped up as much as he could and finally got up. His face had Akansha’s juices all over.Pramod was still busy on her boobs when Rajesh got beside her and started to kiss her face all over. He turned Akansha’s. I could live my life being owned or take my life and be free. Simple huh. So far I have decided that being owned is good enough for me until it isnt any more. How did my marring you screw that up? Our marriage fed the dream, I had everything worked out and my life, while not very pleasant was acceptable. I was ok with being a cunt. My problem is that I need to be used, otherwise I have no value. I could live with not being loved as long as I was needed, even if to be needed meant being a whore.