Now, while she had been a pro a few times in her life, I had been in the audience for way longer and had some suggestions for what to wear that evenin.... Dress like a girl who’s going out on the town for the evening, NOT like a slut that is gonna work the street corner after the bar closes. She took my advice and dressed like we were going out to a regular bar, jeans (that fit her well), button shirt, cowboy boots and of course, thong and matching bra.When we got to the bar, people noticed her. His smile faded, as he realised he was falling into her web of charms. She was a woman! He had vowed that no woman would ever have his heart, for it was too much trouble and woman were only useful for a few things in life. Another warm thought crept into his mind, he had seen passion and fire in her eyes, her temper was formidable, and she was courageous and outspoken. And there was the matter that she married him to save his career, this was a small consolation in return. ‘Wait here’ he said. She must have seen me staring at her feet countless times when she was talking to me. Sometimes I wasn't listening to what she was saying to me. Most of the time I imagined her 'asking' me to kneel down and kiss her feet and tell her how beautiful they were. We all have fantasies about women doing things that they are not in the least likely to do unprompted in real life don't we? I have since spoken to women who have not the slightest idea that so many men are fascinated by their feet,. He lay there, wide awake and scared, hoping that she hadn’t decided to end their affair now. It was bad enough that he had to consider the possibility of it ending once he got home. If she stopped coming to him now… He quickly learned that he didn’t have to worry. Not long after he got in bed, the bedroom door opened and Karen, wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe, walked into his room. She closed the door behind her and, as she walked across the room, shed her robe. When she reached the bed, she.