She grinned again: a statuesque, gorgeous redhead in leather and an amazing six inches of viciously spiked heels had her nearly-naked slaveboi kneelin... in the gutter at the end of a tight leash. The games had already begun.She nodded at the bouncer and slipped inside: unaccompanied females admitted free of charge; shedding her coat gratefully as she shimmied between wriggling bodies on the pulsing, strobing, ear-pounding dance floor, hot, dark, and reeking of aroused deviants. She spared only a. The pounding boner in my shorts wanted me to keep looking, even though I knew in my heart I'd been found out. I was caught in a scary yet exciting dilemma... somewhere between the fear of being discovered as a lover of women's feet (and thereby possibly branded as a pervert) and the excitement of having a woman actually know that I was turned on by her feet.Finally, my head still bent downward, I rolled my eyes up....hoping the woman would be concentrating on her meal and not have the slightest. "I do have one thing I could beg you for," Natalie said with a hint ofmischief in her voice."I shall hear your plea." You know we both were attracted to that woman with the big boobs atbrunch the other day? I can't stop thinking about how sexy you wouldlook with bigger breasts," she said softly.I couldn't help but emit a small moan of arousal at her suggestion."That doesn't sound like begging," I said, trying to sound aloof."Please, Mike, I would be very grateful if you let me grow your. The shoulder holster was fairly new and made by the last shoe maker in Tryon. I could clear the small hammerless .38 about as fast as either of them could get to a hip holstered weapon. I was absolutely sure it would be at least a draw, on the draw, I thought with a smile."You armed?" the man a few years younger than me asked."Are you?" I asked in return. I wasn't closing on them as I might have, had they been some gang bangers. The men standing in front of me held themselves like cops, but.