"The backseat peanut gallery erupted in laughter. Joy did not like thatSteff was acting like the old Steff. To her it seemed like herboyfriend changed...as much as the world did on New Year's Day. "Steff!Quit it."Steff did not take Joy as being serious about quitting joking aroundabout Ziggy. How could she want him to? This was too good not to getlaughs about. Plus, girls like the bad boys and the next time Joy saidquit it she will add in you are so bad."Sorry babe, I forgot how sensitive Ziggy. It was a bit breezy, which was fun because I made her wear her collar, locked, her short skirt and a loose blouse, untucked and mostly unbuttoned, and nothing else. Plus, I told her she couldn’t hold them down.That resulted in a few people getting an eyeful, and Sara eating not that much. But I enjoyed it.Then we went back to the room and watched a full-length porn movie. Sara was naked, of course, except for the black, studded collar, which forced her to keep her head up. She was kneeling up. I picked up the phone which was an unknown number and there was a male voice, I love you janemaan, you have a ice pair of breasts. I will suck your breasts dry today. The voice was familiar and I cut the call. I took bath and while changing my dress was not able to find my blouse and brassieres. I opened my wal almirah and picked a different pair. felt a bit embarrassed to ask Kuna but he was the only person in the house. I asked him directly. I kept them on my bed where did they go. He said I. When I did finally express it to girlfriends, they would entertain it to a degree, but it never had the same erotic sexual flare for them as it did me until I met my wife. I did not tell my wife about my foot fetish when I first met her, but she had amazing feet. They were all I ever fantasized about. Sexy wide soles, perfectly tapered toes, nicely arched. Very soft and ticklish. I was scared I would scare her off if I expressed my foot fetish to her. On our first date she took off her sexy.