My problem is that she removes her shoes as she enters herapartment. She leaves those shoes outside of her apartment at her door.And I have to walk by...those gorgeous shoes every day. I can't help butstare as I walk past her apartment. I have the strangest of desires, topick up her shoes and smell them. I want to lick them, and I want to wearthem. To feel the feminine warmth and know that those wonderful shoescovered and protected her delicate tiny little toes. Oh! To be a shoe onher foot would. I was wondering how to tell her to leave my place for once and how can she come without any invitation. I was fuming with questions in mind and at the same time was angry with my other friend who brought her to my house without asking me. Before I continue ahead, let me describe her. She was world famous in our college as she was soo hot. Probably 5.7 height, not thin nor fat and extremely attractive. I do not know her size but yes, her boobs were pretty large. She was literally super beautiful. All of the pain, suffering and humiliationwere perceived by him to be tests of devotion and nothing more. Melinda oncetold him that his suffering on her behalf was that cement that blinded theirrelationship together. And that insightful through came from a women who knownothing about the domestic discipline lifestyle until Robbie introduced herto it several years ago. Robbie kept working his tongue around Melinda's well-manicured toes andback down her sole until he reached the heel of her foot. “Suck me you bastard, I’m going to cum in your mouth. Suck that clit and finger me to orgasm”. My tongue and fingers did the trick and she came violently, raising off the bed and cursing me with swear words I’d never heard her utter before.“You fucking cocksucking perverted son of a bitch; you had no right to violate our daughter, even though she wanted it. Keep licking my cunt you bastard, I’m not done cumming yet”.When she went silent and her body stopped tensing, I slid up and tried to kiss.