"I do not. Not that it is any of your business."Ezra sucked in his lips. "No it's not. But I want to know how he manages to get you and keep you. You ...are well fit, and he is ugly as fuck. You are brainy, and he is retarded. And he's shite in bed. Why do you stay with him?"Susie shook her head. "Because he is a nice guy Ezra. He is a good guy." Ezra scoffed, and Susie shrugged. "And you know he does like you, you know, but he thinks you will ruin your life." Ezra scoffed again, and Susie smiled.. I thought back to my foot fetish beginnings;Gregory Watkins was having me kiss his feet for him winning the swimming race.Having my brother and sisters kiss my feet, when I won Monopoly.Sucking on my best friend Nicole's toes at a sleepover.My father, spanking me as a punishment for staying out all night and then putting a ruler to the soles of my feet.Mistress Victoria having me worship her feet and learning that fetishes are nothing to be ashamed of.My husband, Ron, sucking on my toes at our. My pussy is on fire and I need release so badly. You let go of my wrists and stand up, your cock is rock hard. I immediately get on my knees taking you in my mouth, sucking slowly at first. You moan and put your hand on my head, guiding me to go faster. I pick up speed, swirling my tongue around the head, my hand stroking the shaft. You moan louder and push my head harder on your dick, your cock sliding further back in my throat. You are moaning so loud now. I love it; the sound of your. The wine, the atmosphere and especially the promise of what was about to happen were exciting aphrodisiacs and we all wanted to move along. Surprisingly, Miranda was taking the lead now, egging us on with her dares. “I dare you to do a dirty dance.” Cole and I did, with me wrapping my right leg raunchily around his upper thighs and grinding up and down his leg. There wasn’t music, but we’d had lots of wine, so we didn’t feel at all stupid dancing without it. We were effective too because by.