Mrs. Robinson kept up her assault on my willing body, and when she slipped her bare hand underneath my waistband and around my erection, my soft moan ...as matched by a louder moan from inside the examination room.Both girls were visibly sweating, panting softly, biting their lower lips and showing all the tell-tale signs of arousal. As Mrs. Robinson kept jerking my rod, I felt the flames inside of me stoking higher while my eyes burned fire at the two blonde babes before my eyes.Heidi and. ?You may touch yourself to my feet, foot slave.?The magic words I had longed to hear, I gripped my hard cock and furiously began to jerk off to her feet, aimlessly Mistress caressed my balls with her toes.?Stop! That’s enough foot slave I think you’re having too much fun. Put your hands behind your back. Now worship my feet?Mistress knew I was on the verge of orgasm. She ensured this session was to last all day and all night, for hours on end she brought me to the brink over and over again,. I can just picture a contingent of Sicilian Italian women marching down to her apartment, dragging her out by her long, lush hair, and making her an offer that she couldn’t refuse to accept. We never saw her leave. One day she was still there and the next day she was gone. Had we known she was moving, we all would have helped her pack. Yet, why would she even bother painting her apartment, if she knew she was leaving, unless she was asked to leave or else, unexpectedly? When I walked upstairs. We had sessions for the following three days. We used to bath together. Days passed and we had to move apart as we had our own jobs. We had contact rarely and our relation faded.A month back I went to her home to see her as I came for a work purpose to that place where she was. But no one was in her home except her. She opened the door and called me in. I said that I’m leaving as none were in home. She said we’re still friends and that a friend can take anything from her.I said ok and went in..