She smiled at him as he looked at her. He also smiled back.The female spirit flowed slowly to his bed She was at the foot of his bed as she continued ...o smile at him. She didn’t say any words nor use any signs of any sort. Jerry looked at her wondering what this lady angel like person had in store for him.The spirit raised her white gown to reveal that she had golden colored feet. Jerry was shocked at the sight of this. Jerry had always been a female foot fetishist all his life. He never saw. She was of African descent, on the short side, at five feet one inch, especially compared to his own six feet five inches. He recalled the dimple that popped out of her left cheek every time she smiled at him. The image of her lips wrapped around his cock shot into his mind unconsciously, as it always did. If he’d had any idea Lisa’s niece was this beautiful and delectable, he never would have brought her onboard his staff. Not a day went by without him imagining himself thrusting away to. So I started on her shoulders and upper chest, which was fine, standing in front of her. Her eyes looked at my face, as I slid my hands all over her shoulders, and the skin above her breasts.She sighed. “Feels good,” she said, a little timidly.“Kind of like a massage,” I suggested. She nodded.I squirted more stuff on my left hand and rubbed both hands together. I went around behind her.“Lift your arms, please,” I said, as professionally as I could.She did, and I reached around under them,. I exited the back entrance to a wooden deck covered in cigarette butts. I thought I was alone a first and would actually get a moment of peace. Then, I noticed the was someone leaning against the back wall. He was this tall, thin white guy with a curly-haired mohawk with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth. He smiled at me and smiled back before realizing that I still had my ears covered.“Not your kind of music?” he asked with a smile.“Uh, not really,” I said as I lowered my hands.“Yeah, I.