. you're going to hate the next twenty minutes!"Sheriff Williams motioned to the arresting officer. "Preston, get her into a cell," he ordered."Oh, pl...ase, what did I do?" Tara begged. "Please tell me what I did wrong, and I'll never do it again! And I'll read the pamphlet. I promise!" She gave the men a desperate, pitiful smile. "Lots and lots of reading tonight!"As Deputy Preston dragged Tara toward a cell, the sheriff turned to the other deputy. "Knight, get the tools." Tools?" Tara asked as. Dried soles, rough. I immagined her giving me footjob, but just dreams. I told her that I needed that she lie on her stomach in sofa and let her soles for me work. In this moment, I put some random misture in a little cup and putted it in her stove for warm. The fake warm lotion. I asked for her put the blindfflod and she did it. I start witha foot massage, my hands touched every inch of her feet. I can feel the rough of her soles, without oil her soles could easyly skin a dick. I start to put. Cal had moved out of state to start a new job a month before we were to be married so we only saw each other on weekends. We were in love and the distance was difficult for both of us but we managed. I guess I should say I managed. I was in love so was blind to the signs that something may not have been right. You see, during the week Cal never seemed to call me. Not that I am saying he was screwing around. He was always there at the apartment when I called, but it seemed I was always the one. Me too.” He said “Give me a shout when you are ready.” He winked “Back to work then, don’t make me come up to your office and crack my whip!” I laughed and returned to my office sipping my water. Back at my desk I was finding it difficult to concentrate. I was thinking about Luke. His devilish grin and beautiful dark eyes, and of course it wasn’t long before I was thinking about what it would be like to fuck him. This is a regular thought of mine… and it’s always good! As I was thinking this.