.How can I pay with my foot? do you mean,You'll touch my foot and I will have paid my debt?Yes,Touch, a little caress.. with your foot..Me?YesFirst, I...will touch and caress your foot and later on , you will caress with your foot.You will caress my foot.But me,what will I caress with my foot ?Over my pants.You know.You're going to caress it by your foot.I stared at her foot and pressed my right hand over my pants towards my penis.Now, you understand.She nodded.Here?No, it's on the vine. When I felt ready to really come, I literally fucked the life right out of her. The cops took all my treasures when they fist caught me, but since being released, I have restarted my collection. I took the bar from the nipple piercing of my last girl. I think it is ok for me to call them “my girls.” After all, I do give them the fuck of their lives.I’ve been watching a new one for awhile. She wears really tight jeans and there is no panty line. Clearly she is nothing more than a slut. And I. .. you cannot tell anyone about this or I will make sure you never have a client again!" I started raising my voice at him."Haha alright! Dont get your thong in a twist!"Laughing harder now as i blush more and more. "Listen I dont intend on telling anyone but i wouldnt mind a closer look" he winks and strokes my calf under my sweatpants. I look up at him with a confusing look. "Now I know a sissy boy like you has the complete look why dont you go and get dressed and let me see you in your full. Damn, who did she think he was, anyway? He was offering her a job, and a damn good one. Fuck the job, anyway. The bottle emptied, and a second one followed it. He started telling travellers’ tales and stopped himself. Started to ask why she wasn’t married and stopped himself. Remembered to ask about her work. At least he didn’t ask why I’m not married, she thought. My panties are getting damp. “So what do you think?” “About the book, you mean?” “Yes, about the book. Do you want to take it.