She slid my cock between her feet, forming some sort of foot-fetish sandwich, with my cock as the meat. I reflexively began to thrust my hips, watchin... my own cock slide along the ridges and her instep of her toes. She stared down at my cock sliding in between her arches with eager eyes. She smiled at me. "You're so hard." she said. But my mind was focusing on the beautiful sight of my cock and her feet. "You...kn-know I'm...gonna cum soon...right?" was all I could think of to mutter. "Yes,. He was a little bit smaller than Jake and nowhere near as fit as any of them.He threw a thumb over his shoulder at the door when they got close enough, "The King is inside. He's waitin' for you." He said it without irony, but without much respect either.Helene smoothed her blouse and said near Jake's ear, "If I'd known we were meeting royalty, I would have dressed better." I understand dress here is fairly informal," Jake deadpanned.They opened the door into the building. Based on what he'd. Right after lunch, Anne and I went to the office to see what was up. She wore a white man's shirt and her khaki skirt. I wore a long wool skirt and a western shirt with a scarf.We sat in the waiting area. A girl came out of the office. She was wearing sneakers, jeans and a kind of ragged tee-shirt. Hair cut crazy; hadn't been washed, at least not today. She didn't look happy, but that may have been her natural expression.We waited a while, then a woman came out."Anne Stilwell, Mary Travis?"We. He turned his head and I swung hard with the bow, catching him across the side of his face. She screamed, but he called out just as loud. I froze for an instant when I heard the other guard urgently call out, “Quiet! You’ll wake up the others.”I had stunned the guy but my hesitation gave him time to recover just enough to swing his leg, knocking mine out from under me. I landed on my back with a breath shaking thud. I saw him move for the door, but I sprang to all fours and drove my shoulder.