"You'll stay," I said assuredly."After last night I may not be welcome here," she said, before rubbing her lips together and checking the application ...f lipstick in the mirror like women often do."After last night you'll be welcome here any time," I said, looking at my bed. "You made my toy soldiers smile a lot." Yes, we did, didn't we?" You promised to put out last night and you almost put me out," I whispered as we left the room, making her laugh until we heard the clatter of voices coming. Her feet are no different. The perfect foot to me has high arches, straight toes, wrinkled soles, and smooth skin. I have always had fantasies about worshipping a lovely pair of feet and receiving a footjob from them. The main fantasy I wish to live out begins with my woman (or any woman for that fact) coming home after being on her feet for an extensive period of time. Her feet ache and may be sweaty from the shoes she was wearing. She sits down, kicks off her shoes, then lays her feet across. A movie?" Think about it." I went off to shave and shower.When I got back, she'd gone back to sleep. Hey, her hours were different from mine -- I understood. I wrote her a little note telling her to lock the door behind her and that I WOULD call her later and went to work.Jackson and I worked together. About eleven o'clock, he came over to where I was fueling my four-by-four and said, "Are you on something, Man? You're acting, I dunno, high..."I chuckled. "It's all natural. Pussy does that to. ’ He repeated himself almost monkey fashion. ‘From three to six I’d say Mr Cocks wouldn’t you?’ ‘Oh indeed, indeed’ The head agreed gleefully, and returned to his previous stance in front of Sandy. ‘When you are ready Miss Mallet’ There was quite a pause, Sandy wondered what the delay was, she didn’t have to wait long. The cane whooshed and struck her high on the buttocks, just level with the flimsy waistband ‘Aaaaaaah’ Sandy screamed with the incredible pain that shot through her from the.