” Perhaps if had been my husband or even another man my cries may have influenced him, but this was an animal that had just one thought in its b...ain. The dog continued to fuck, slamming in and out and before I knew it the pain had stopped and a strange pleasure had taken over. I felt Julie’s hand in my hair lifting my face up and she could see the lust dancing in my eyes. “A dog cock in your virgin ass and you love it don’t you slut?” From somewhere inside I felt. Inside, I swear that little flat is fully five degrees lower than it is on the outside, except in summer when it is ten degrees higher indoors. We entered that single room and the combined stench of cat shit, cat urine and general damp, neglect and mildew hit me like a solid noxious wall, offending the senses like I imagine a Turkish urinal would, and I was fucking-well used to it, so what Shirley must think... “Oh, you’ve got a pussy cat!” she said and, before I could stop her, she gathered. Grabbing a foot he takes the toe of a shoe in his mouth and sucks hard; I giggle then moan in simulated ecstasy. The shoe is removed and now there is no simulation as I adore it when my toes are sucked, and I moan. The piercing blue eyes stare into mine then, to my relief they crinkle up into a smile. I am instructed by hand movements to get off the bed and stand before him. He walks around me patting and prodding and thankfully grunting with approval. From behind his rough hands grab at my. She keeps them done because she knows I like it, and I know she didn't shower before she went to bed. When it comes to foot fetishes there are so many degrees and levels. Some people simply like to to look, some are into arches, some toes, some soles, and some even the smell. Me, I'm all the above and then some. So with me knowing she didn't shower before bed, i was so curious as to how they smell and taste. I quickly remember that yesterday she was wearing Toms with no socks. "FUCK". As my.