" Mervat moaned, wiggling her cute little toes as I carried on thrusting at her feet, my balls slapping against her heel every time I thrust up. "Yeah...! That's it!" Mervat egged me on. I started to thrust at her feet faster and faster, feeling my orgasm getting closer, holding her feet tighter with my hands. "Fuck my feet! Yeah! Come on! Cum on my feet! Cum on my fucking feet." She started to shout, curling her toes and gripping my fingers with them."I'm gonna cum!" I moaned. Mervat pulled her. Do you like my legs?”“Oh ssss- sorry,” I stammered, blushing furiously. “I didn’t mean to stare.”“That’s OK, Mr. B. I like it when an older man checks me out.”I didn’t feel quite so good about the ‘older man’ reference, but was happy she’d given me sort of permission to look her over. Now that she was sitting still on the couch, I could see the outline of her nipples pushing at her tight little T-shirt.Before I could drag my eyes away, she asked me another question.“What do you think of my. The FBI agents, Taylor, Vivienne, and Evania were now flying down in the private jet and would be arriving shortly. They had stayed in Paris, holed up in their hotel suite, watching things unfold from there. But as soon as they had evidence that we were okay, they'd packed up immediately to come join us. The plan was to fly home to New York from Marseille.But until they arrived, it was just me ... and Cassandra."I love you..." I stated softly, leaning down to kiss the top of her head while. "Yeah-yeah, I'm fine. Just a little confused, I guess," I said.She was wrong of course. I did think about her and us when we were doing it. And we did do it kind of a lot, at least I thought that it was kinda a lot: twice a week. Thinking on it now, the stuff we did wasn't terribly imaginative, but it seemed to satisfy her, and it definitely did me? But, then again, maybe not her after all. What she'd said to the other guy—well—maybe not her.I pulled into the drive and turned off the engine. I.