.." adding "...and Ialready know just how much you love that feeling of restriction!" as shesmiled only now a little more devilishly.Once done she sig...alled me to carry on, at which point I told her thatfor my French Maids uniform I'd normally wear fully fashioned seamedblack nylons, to which her simple reply was, "Well my darling, that'sexactly what I expect to see then..." she paused, continuing with"...this just gets better and better!" I could barely believe what I wastelling her, but it. Apparently, her friends told her that most accountants weren’t in the upper money brackets and that she would be wanting. It was sad that she was so worried about money. I was ready to ask her if she wanted to get married when I found out she was more interested in money than she was in me. We were good together. We went out on one more goodbye date and had sex the entire night. I knew I would miss her but would be better off without her. She did end up meeting a doctor and was married a couple. She leaned back against the armrest and wiggled her toes a little. “Work some magic please!” So far so good.Her feet really were nice. Her little toe was a little stubby, but she had nice long toes and a sweet arch. With slow, deliberate movements I started rubbing her feet. Her skin was soft and it was obvious that she took good care of her feet. I had to stop and gloat a second in my mind. If this went no further, how lucky was I? Here I was, a 36 year old father of three, with a hot. " Well don't you care what Lauren thinks?" Um, not especially." Oh my God! You are such a jerk, Matt!" Johanna hung up on him.Oops, Matt thought. He did care what Lauren thought about him. He did, he just, he didn't know. He guessed he didn't like her much anymore. Of course, he told himself, he had been using her all along. He hadn't ever cared about her.But he knew he had, though he tried to push that thought out of his mind. Nobody could tell him what to do, not Lauren or Johanna. Even his.