“What’s that?” she asked again.“What’s what?” I said. “That!” and she pointed with her foot to the obvious bulge in my trousers.“I t...ld you I love your feet and your tights and that is what you do to me.” “Well you can’t go back to work like that!” she said with the look of shock changing to one of lust. “Let me see it, and with that started to rub my hard on with her foot. Shaking with sexual anticipation I undid my trousers and pulled them down. Kathy’s foot started to work on my cock through. Can you cope with pasta cheese for tea? Pretty basic, but we are going to add a bit extra to the dish, courtesy of Erika.”“I have lived on pasta cheese at times, Frances. It is cheap and easy to make, so perfect for a meal for one impecunious boy.”“Reg, tonight it is not to be cheap. It is to be quick and easy to make; nothing more. All we want to know is, will you be happy to eat the stuff?”“Simple answer: yes.” That got him a kiss from Frances, while Freda sat back to allow that access. Erika. I too was screaming withexcruciating pain. I learnt later the females were to be sold tomembers of the audience to become sex slaves up in the remoter parts ofThailand. They would never be seen again and most would die in horribleways. All the females had been enticed to the club with the promise ofgood pay and a better life.My ordeal was still not over. Nor was the show although I now seemed tobe the main attraction. I was still bound to the contraction as anannouncement was made for the. She warned me that person was a bit eccentric; but had good references from some of her girlfriends.So I went alone for just a quick meal at the same mall and told Ana we would meet with the Architect later.The place was just few blocks from my office. The food court was a bit crowded; but I got some pizza slices and got a seat.Soon I noticed someone interesting sitting just few tables away from me. She had dark curly hair, covered by an elegant hat.I could not get a good look of her face,.