Afterwards, she allows me to do anything I want, and her feet are always part of my play.While most foot fetish fantasies are about getting their cock... stroked with feet, mine is more into the smell and taste of her feet. Obviously, I never want them washed, and I prefer to have them after being in her work shoes all day. They are always soft on the soles, and have that musky aroma every time….EVERY time! When I get to have my way with her, I take my time and enjoy the seconds like they were. That night as he got out of the shower, he looked at the scars on his chest, arms, legs, and back. Most were from his time in Iraq, but a few, including one bullet hole, were acquired before he left Alabama. There was only one scar he was proud of, a tiny incision hidden by a tattoo of a snake. A copperhead, as dangerous as a rattler without the benefit of a warning rattle. No one outside his circle of old friends knew the symbolism, he had told Gwen it was a drunken snap decision. When she. That morning, I knewthat today was the day, I'd finally get to meet the one that wanted me ashis trained, submissive slave girl. I missed the freedom I had before,the freedom of being able to move around freely, to eat what I wanted, dowhat I wanted, I missed my male body more than ever. My chastity belt hadbeen taken off the night before and my pussy had been shaved smoothagain.The sound of the door opening behind me signalled that Lana was ready toshower me here for the last time. Lead out. .About 10 minutes later, after she took things out, and put things intothe wardrobe over and over again, "Alright sweetie, stand up and let'ssee your new boobies!"I stood, not letting go of them, I didn't want another dick shock!"Let go of them, let them hang free...," I did, and felt the weighttenfold..."Oh my, they're so perfect!" she grabbed the nipples and I watched, andapparently felt her do it.."Ohh..mmmmm...," I moaned a little before I caught myself and stopped"Oh yeah, they work too....