.i slide my finger in to the hole of her socks, i slowly start to pull one sock down just past her ankle , just as i see it i just got to kiss it and ...ive it a little lick just to let it know how much i love the ankle, but now for the bit that could wake my wife up,,,pulling the sock over the heel of her foot, i start to shake even more because of the suspence of working my way to her toes.i gentley pull her sock over the heel and leave the sock just resting in the arch of her foot and i start. The poses had an artistry to them, the light and shadow, the rare splash of colour that stood in stark contrast to highlight the truth, a white girl bound for punishment, or for amusement of cold eyed Asian masters. I was deeply offended, but my eyes caught the helpless look in the girls eyes, biting her lip as if determined to keep from crying out, and yet her nipples were hard as rocks, and her sex was open as a flower desperate to be sampled. This was misogynistic, racist bullshit. Turning. Of course, we made up the whole story. We needed to shake up Chantill. We figured, if she thought her life was in danger, that she might give us some names. It was nothing but made-up stuff we threw at her. I spoke, ‘Chantill, we think we know who had your boyfriend, DQ, killed. We need for you to tell us everything you know so we can protect you. We’ll give you a new life, in a new town if needed, and you can start over fresh.’ ‘What if I just get my lawyer? I don’t have to tell you anything.’. I just grinned back and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. Her mouth met mine. I just brushed her lips, not giving in to the temptation.Instead of sitting at the end of the couch I sat in Sam’s spot this time, knowing he wasn’t going to be home for a few hours. She was wearing that Pink Floyd shirt and those red underwear. Gawd that woman knew how to make a woman (and man) hot. Sometimes I want to just love on her and protect her, but sometimes I just want to fuck her, like I can’t stop.