She held quite a responsible managerial position commensurate with her tertiary qualifications and enjoyed close friendships with a few colleagues but...she wasn’t a social butterfly – just good fun to be around. Nothing in her married life would give the slightest indication of the fascinating woman she was to become.Her husband grew distant as the boys grew and eventually revealed her was fucking the next door neighbour. Her world crashed but she kept her head enough to throw him out.It was. She could see his cock straining at his jeans, thick and hard and pulsing. She tried again, grunting as she rose up and pulled hard on the ropes. Her thighs peeled wetly apart, opening her slick legs to his hot breath, her pussy dripping clear juice from her bare lips. She held herself up, pushing herself open, focused completely on her pussy and his tongue. His mouth came close. His breath played warmly over her trembling thighs as he opened his mouth and extended his tongue. The touch on. Then I finally worked up the courage to ask her....." can I massage your feet with my dick?" I asked. She thought I was playing at first, laughing and giggling. "Seriously?" She asks....I told her yes..dead serious. "Go ahead, I don't care...I just thought you were k**ding" she says. Man oh man! Her soles felt ever better than they looked. I rubbed my dick on her soles for a good 35 minutes before asking if I could put some baby oil on them. She told me I could...I fucked her soles for a. The doctorhooked me up with DD cups. He also removed two ribs to help with mycorset training and he shaved my larynx and shortened my tendons, makingit impossible for me to ever walk in flats again.At this point in my training I had been conditioned to want all of this.The day I woke up after surgery was one of the happiest days of my life.I went back to school and redoubled my efforts. I found myself happilydeep throating one cock after another for hours and hours at a time.These were just.