Now, what do we do about those feet... Even in bondage, foot fetish is not everyone’s cup of tea, but, I think that she understood the yellow/red th...ng, so, here goes.My corporate ID card is on one of those stretchy widget thingies, so that you can drag it from your belt to the reader. I pull it out as far as it goes, and wrap the ends around her big toes. “Make sure it stays taut!” I say in Viktor's voice, while trying to hide an evil grin – her legs are already getting tired, I can see a. Why don’t we add a little wager to it.” I was already getting a little excited as I answered “Well what do you have in mind?” He grinned again as he replied “Depends on what you’re willing to risk.” I was hoping this might lead somewhere so I took the plunge and said “You brought it up, you name it.” He didn’t miss a beat when he blurted out “ How about a little strip bowling?” Trying to be bold and one up him I answered “Ok but how about we add favors in there too. Winner each round can. She took one hand from the bottle and brushed the water over her bare skin to cool her body. Her red nails disappeared briefly beneath the low neckline of her flimsy red dress. She lowered the bottle and leaned forward to see Albert, who lay sprawled on his back across both front seats. He looked good in a white cotton shirt, unbuttoned down to his navel, and pulled open to reveal his muscular torso. Fine blonde hairs on his chest were golden in the sunlight over his firm brown skin. His body. It was a glorious trip. And we both came back to GR tired, dirty, and incredibly happy.Work disturbed the mood somewhat when we returned the following Monday. Liz was being transferred to a different department because my staff was being reduced to just me and the secretarial pool. The reason for this shift in personnel was because the drone control project was to be shelved until we received some response from the military.I was then tasked with helping develop a very small drone, capable of.