Hoping that she had forgiven me for my lies.Miss Anderson sat on the couch and slipped off her boots and socks. She flicked on the television and out ...one of her programmes on. "Lick my feet while I'm watching slave."I went down on my hands and knees and stuck out my tongue to gently lick her toes. I sucked and nibbled on all ten of her individual toes and she smiled warmly when I looked up. I explored the sole and ankle with my tongue and then stared all over. When the programme finished she. As she entered the stables she saw Karl at the far end and, to her delight, he did indeed appear to be the only one there."Good evening Karl, have you had a good day?" Asked the very attractive woman as she stood a few feet away from him."Yes, thank you, Mrs Jacobsen, have you?" Replied Karl feeling slightly surprised at how pleasant his sometimes arrogant and blunt boss was being."Yes, I have rather, so far," said Hillary standing legs wide apart and tits thrust in the direction of the very. It looked like she didn't care or know anyone else was on the dance floor.As it got more crowded, the house became hotter. The girl I was dancing with said she wanted to go outside and get some air. We both went out there and started to talk. I started to forget about Andy and Brie, but I also started to realize how drunk I was. I had to go the bathroom bad, so I told the girl to wait for me there while I went inside.I walked in and I didn't see Andy or Brie on the dance floor, but I wasn't. Justy and I served everyone food and more beer then it was time for the second half.About twenty minutes in, Italy scored. I was the only one who celebrated much to the annoyance of the others. Well, I am Dutch and did live in Rome for a few years. Al shouted at me that I was in for a real hard fuck later. A promise more than a threat, I thought!The game rolled on to full time, then they had to play another half hour but no more goals.A penalty shoot-out followed, but they seemed to miss a lot.