That's my job" she blatantly lied."Wow, they're great," Kristen said, holding the foot in her hand, sensually rubbing it with her fingers, staring at ...he perfectly trimmed and polished nails.Moira now began to think that Kristen wasn't just appreciating her pretty, well-formed feet from the perspective of a pedicurist. She'd heard about foot fetishists, people who really got off on feet. Could Kristen have been one of these? Moira had never particularly thought about feet, her own or others',. I want you to pump that bitch-breaker into me until my hips shatter. I want you to kill my pussy. I want to feel you cum inside my ****d cunt and use me like a semen-toilet. Fuck! I think I want you to impregnate me. Please, fuck me, just fuck me now!" She sat down on the blisteringly hot concrete and spread her legs. Hey pussy was so swollen that it looked like a melon with a slice taken out of it. It was practically pulsing as it dripped in anticipation of penetration. Her breathing was. She had a rough abusive marriage, ex was in jail and kind of bummed me out. Jayda was actually nice and pretty cool, easy to talk with. As we got done with lunch a few of us wanted to finish the day over at Beckys house. So we all headed over and as we were sitting outside everyone was bullshitting and Jayda was telling me and a couple other guys about her financial problems. As the night went on a couple of the boys were looking at their cell phone. “Damn! Thats crazy shit”, Marcus. I can't let them know how good this feels. I just clamp down harder on the ball in my mouth. Strong hands lift my legs into the air and Zack applies the gel around my anus like dad instructs him. I feel so powerless as these men treat me like a doll. Thankfully Zack is careful not to touch me on the many new welts across my backside from the morning’s punishment. I can feel Zack tentatively touch the black rubber shaft impaling my anus. Dad tells him to touch me all he wants. If he is.