I grab your lower lip with my toes and pull it down, and you open your mouth all the way so I can dip as much of my sweaty foot inside as I like.I dec...de to slide one big toe into your mouth, force you to taste it, move it around on your tongue. Then I order you to stick your tongue in between my toes, give them a good wash. "Now lick my soles, slave-boy." I'm starting to get cocky. "Start at the heel and wipe your tongue all the way to the pad of my big-toe... There's a good slave. Aren't you. I went upstairs to check my email and send some pictures to Connie.I undressed and put my shorty robe on. I only need to brush my teeth and I'll be ready for bed. I sat down at my desk and woke up my computer.I don't know who's spreading my email address around. But someone is. I'm not complaining. I appreciate receiving all the pictures from the kids who are witnessing and in most cases enjoying the morning shows Toby makes us put on. It's even kind of amusing that I'm receiving them along. We’re getting somewhere here Joe. We’ve found an oar with blood and hair on it and blood on the floor. I thought this was a waste of time but now I think we’re on to something.’‘He’s been found, Dennis. So it looks like there’s no crime to investigate. Just pack up what you’ve got and pull your crew out of there.’‘What about the oar Joe? It’s got fingerprints and palm prints on the blade. If there had been a murder, I’d bet money that the oar was the weapon.’‘Bring it back with you Dennis. Who. I took my time in shaving and as I went under the shower, I heard them coming upstairs and my imagination ran riot, I stroked myself under the needle sharp spray and ejaculated as I thought of them together. I thought of Anne with mum as I'd been, I imagined their tongues delving into each other's body, I imagined mum holding herself open for her sister, then I groaned with frustration and went downstairs for one final drink before bed.My feelings of frustration weren't helped by finding Anne's.