There was nobody else on the street. Alice stood staring up at the t-shirt wearing, jeans wearing man, mouth agape.She walked with him. She didn't k...ow what else to do. In broaddaylight on a busy street surely he wouldn't get away with doinganything stupid? But at least she was unrestrained. And she had allthese addresses already. How had they found her? The I.P. Addresses onthe computer. Must have been. He just looked at her as he lightlyguided her along the street. She didn't like. The door opened, and there was my husband, skinny and tall, his brown hair mused and his glasses askew. A happy smile appeared on his lips. Rachel, youre back! I threw my arms around my husband and kissed him soundly on the lips. His lips were firm, cheeks rough with his stubble and I ran my fingers through it, delighting in the feel of his manliness. He smelled of sweat and that musk that was distinctly my Jacobs. His strong arms wrapped around me as I pressed my soft body against his. I. I like to be the one calling the shots. I like men to please me….and I get the definite impression that you could please me in a lot of ways. But, first, I want you to make my feet feel really good…not just by massaging them. I want you to make them feel loved, worshipped, adored….every inch of them, in a whole host of ways. I like that you think my feet are kissable…because I can’t think of anything more delicious than having you kiss my feet.’ She looked into my eyes…and through them to my. "No need to be." she smiled and reached out to take my hand.To my surprise and delight Dawn put my hand back on her boob, gently she squeezed my hand which made my hand squeeze her firm globe and my heart beat even faster. A few moments later Dawn moved her hand from mine, uncertainly I squeezed her boob on my own and she smiled, I couldn't believe what was happening, but I lost no time in enjoying the situation. Grinning like an idiot I raised my other hand to her boobs, squeezing gently I.