I was trying to move up and down on her some, but she was so big that I couldn’t really get much movement going. With me still in her lap she sat up...to the corner of the bed and put her feet on the floor. I still had my legs around her as she grabbed me at the waist and began to raise me up and down on her cock. The look on her face told me she was in complete control and that everything she was doing was for her pleasure only. She stayed in that position for a few minutes then stood up with my. Tabhi tum maa ban paooge tum apne devar ya kisi aur se rista baan sakti ho koynki tumhare pati ke bagya mien jo santan thi wo usne khud hi khatam kar di is per use aurat ne hari shanker se poocha ki vo kaise to hari shanker nai kaha ki tumhare pati ka shadi se pehale kisi aur ke sath sambandh the aur wo aurat uske bacche ke maa banana wali thi tab tumhare pati ne uska abortion karwa diya ess usne do bar kya hai iske karan wo apne hiss eke santan nast kar chukka hai yeh sari bati sun kar wo. Probably, she even didn't know anything about foot fetish. I think, she was trying to understand why I was looking at her feet.During all lunch I feasted her feet with my eyes. We were not coming eye to eye any more. I was feeling she was trying not to look at my side.She was clearly uncomfortable with my peeping her feet. Incidentally, her husband wanted me to bring some salt and black pepper. I brought what they wanted. Her husband was young and handsome. He thanked me kindly. The dining room. It wasn't long before Paul had both hands tangled up in bra straps. He looked around, trying to find some way, any way, to get it off!Snap! The first hook now moved to the next row of eyes, pulling the cinch another terrifying inch tighter. What the fuck is going on?? he thought, in panic. His waist was shrinking! It had to be! But ... that was impossible!Snap, snap! Two more hooks each tightened up an inch to the next row of eyes. The constriction was horrible and his breath came out in short.