She blushed a little and said "Thanks Ryan, you look like you are doing well too. Do you young men want a beer to go with the hockey?" She almost soun...ed flirty, but I must be imagining things."Sure. That would be great." I was thinking that maybe I would not mind visiting Ryan's Mom more than Ryan as I watched her walk away from the room. My eyes must have burning a hole in her back I was sure I was staring. She had a really nice tight ass I thought to myself. I hoped Ryan never noticed me. But the next time we hung out, he told me that I was the only person he had told among our group of MFA friends because I seemed accepting. This both flattered and intrigued me; we barely knew each other, but he felt he could tell me this secret. So I asked him more and more questions. He’d had this fetish since before he could remember. When he was a baby he used to crawl around the yoga studio his mother owned sucking on the toes of all the female yogis. When he was in high school, his. Now don’t be too long writing, do you hear.’ ‘No ma’am.’ ‘Please stop groveling and call me Celeste.’ CHAPTER 3 The biography of Celeste B. Bush, ‘From the Orphanage’ and published in New York by Sam Sorenson’s company of which he was now the CEO. The launch was held in the Houston Galleria where the special guests to capture media attention where Celeste and her foster parents, Alvin and Vivian Bush and Billie Summers, the biographer. It was a gala event with a big build-up and Billie was well. I’d been an nineteen year-old promotions-girl at a Formula One when I’d met Richard. He was one of those older guys who took me out; ‘to dinner’.The sexy tricks Brad had taught me, paid off that night. My ‘reward’ was generous and he ‘dated’ me for a couple of years before eventually making me his trophy wife.I had married Richard; but not for love. I could have pretty much what I pleased; providing he approved; so now it was Richard who had me on a leash.But right now I needed some ready cash.