I sucked my top lip into my mouth and licked the droplets of scotch off my whiskers. I looked for napkins to wipe my mouth on the bar; there was a nea...ly stacked pile of them, on the other side of the woman with the impressive cleavage. "Excuse me," I said to her. She turned her head to look at me. A small smile appeared on her lips for an instant. The expression on her face was easy to read. She thought that I was good enough for a roll in the hay, but, she was in the mood for a young stud. My cock grew even larger as I tugged on it.“Wow! It gets bigger!”“I know! Weird huh?”“Why?”“I don’t know sissy. It always does when I touch it. It got big when I was watching you just now.”“Can I touch it?”It was the natural question to ask, the natural progression of events. Just as following Shelly into the bathroom was my natural instinct, Maureen’s was to satisfy her curiosity and touch her brother’s cock. It wasn’t sexual for her; we didn’t even know the concept. I wanted to know. She said that she knew right then that she should not go, but she could not stop herself. When they got to the room, he gave her a hug and kissed her again and she just fell into his arms. As soon as he stuck his dick in her she realized what she had done and pushed him off. To this day she still did not know why she did it. Keri was tearing up as she talked about how she kept seeing times when she should have stopped everything cold and didn’t.“I still don’t know what happened or why and it. However the foot worship was serving the two main purposes. One was to actually bring physical pleasure to the female, giving her feet nice sensations. The other was to make clear, to point out the supremacy of the females over males. And so foot worship was a combination of these two, varying from time to time, from scene to scene, in diffenrent proportions of pleasure and submission. Another way of worship common back then was a tongue-to-sole massage, whereby a male would massage the sole of.