I quickly discarded it because thirteen floors weren't enough to give us the time. Especially since I was wearing pantyhose and underwear. 8-9-10. Sti...l, as the floor numbers approached thirteen, I felt like I was running out of time. Like if I didn't do anything before this man got out of the elevator, I would lose my chance to finally break the boring routine that was my life.As 11 lit up, my finger pressed the stop button.The elevator's sudden stop almost made me lose my footing, but I. You're focus increases, you need to get home, no,you have to get home, and as soon as is possible.Finally the door closes with a solid thunk and you're home. With shoesand socks discarded you feel lighter, you step into the kitchen and mixyourself a vodka and tonic, plenty of ice in a thin high ball glass. Thebubbles and iciness tickles as it slips down but the effect is almostimmediate, bringing forth a sigh of pleasure mixed with relief, and youhead through to the bedroom.Almost immediately. As we all sat around the living room somehow we got on the subject of feet, I'm not quite sure what sparked the topic now that think about it. Tiffany told us the other day Dan was making fun of people with feet fetishes. He joked about what would she do if he had one and how stinky and gross he thinks feet are. I quickly protested of course. Then she told us how she works 9hrs a day barefoot in her flats (the flats she was wearing!) and that she that she'd understand if her feet weren't. Prasun laughingly said “kiu darling, doodh lena ki nehi, are usko upni milk pot dedo” (why darling, don’t you want the milk? Give your milk container to vivek). After hearing my hubbys comment encouraged milkman opened all the buttons of my blouse and started sucking one of the boobs with the other in his one hand. I was in heaven and my vagina was flowing. I started moaning in very low voice. Vivek with his one hand pulled off my saree and said with a cunning smile “andar bahut garmy hay.