She must’ve noticed cause she then said, ‘It’s totally okay if you are, it kinda turns me on as well, the fact that I put so much time in making...my feet look sexy and someone admires them,’ then read that I was totally amazed by everything that had just happened and that she could do pretty much whatever she wanted with me so she locked the door behind her.‘Uhh..’ I simply replied.‘Let’s see how far your fetish really goes…’ she said, smirking.She motioned for me to get down on my knees and I. “Someone’s getting excited,” she said lightly giggling as she pulled away from me. The music stopped and we headed back to our booth. Moments later one of the guys from the bar walked over towards us. I inwardly groaned and thought, “Here we go.”He stood by our table, he was very tall, very dark skinned and wore shorts and trainers and a vest top showing his tattoo’s down his arms. In a very thick Jamaican voice asked if Sally fancied a dance with him.Sally eyed him up and down, looked at me. ‘Highway,’ he said as if reading her mind. ‘S’faster.’ ‘You’re going fast enough,’ she said. ‘Slow down, please?’ He pushed the gas peddle a little harder. Lesson learned. She shut up. A green and white sign overhead announced the highway interchange. They passed the entrance ramp, and then he made his turn, sending them up the exit ramp past the garish ‘Do Not Enter’ signs. ‘Steve!’ He gunned the engine. The car flew up the ramp. ‘Steve! For God’s sake, stop!’ He went even faster. The motor. My body aches for you to push harder and faster. My heart continues to pump faster, pushing blood to the surfaces of my skin. Everything is warm, and my body is melting under your touch.All too soon you snap your fingers out of me, leaving me frustrated and angry. All of my former anxiety is replaced with a sense of urgency and desire. Everything around me fades away. I no longer care where we are or who is watching. All that matters is forcing you to continue. Before I can snatch your.