I'm a person who is incredibly caring, smart, and funny. Sound like a catch right? I think I'am. There is just one thing I've always lacked... You gue...sed it, CONFIDENCE! I never had "the balls" to just ask girls out. Now, I've had girl friends in the past, but they've always asked me out. I guess early on I got used to girls just wanting me. I first found out I had a foot fetish around 3 years ago or so, when I was watching porn (how some things never change lol). The porno I saw was featured. Don, ‘do you see that the pattern in the squiggly lines is just like the ones from before?’ ‘I do sir,’ answered Ensign Hank. ‘Do you know what they mean?’ ‘I think they are the signature of the pull,’ answered Ensign Hank. BEEP! BEEP! ‘What’s that?’ asked Capt. Don! The door opened to the bridge and Lt. Solok walked out of the turbolift and said, ‘That is the destruction indicator for the probe. The probe has been lost.’ Capt. Don repeated, ‘The probe has been lost.’ Buzz! Buzz! ‘I know what. She was flushed and smiling, and Chris watched with a twinkle in his eye as she tugged me. Both of their eyes were locked on my cock as Paula squeezed and stroked me. Once again I could feel my own orgasm building. I was trembling now, and I could feel sweat beading up on my forehead. I grunted as thick ropes of cum erupted from me again, this time splashing all over Paula's tummy and tits. Chris was watching me intently, almost licking his lips. I could feel his gaze burning into me, and it. “Thank you,” I finally manage to mutter before rushing to the barista to order my drink. “One medium chai tea latte please,” I say as I begin to pull out my wallet. “Make it two,” Professor Carter says handing over his credit card. He smiles at me chauvinistically making my blood boil. Why was he even here? He had gotten what he wanted from me, and sent me away without a word the night before. It was clear enough, he had been sexually frustrated and he used me as a form of release. “Thank you.