Mrs Clusky froze mid-step as her eyes went from Gloria’s naked body closest to her then to Vanessa’s young naked body opposite her mother’s then... to Jared’s naked body laying prone on that bed.Eventually Mrs Clusky, in her old ‘mother-hubbard’ dress, just let out a low whistle and said, “Well, Lordy, Lordy me! You younguns jist never change. Turn yuh back for a second and y’awl all at it like a bunch of jack-rabbits in matin’ season. And darn it all if it weren’t the same back in my day. Only in. As far as I know she’s still shy of her first period, and while I can imagine tonguing her, fingering her, forcing her to lick me, her lack of development limits the scope of the shame I can make her feel compared with a girl coming into her sexuality, one I can force to orgasm against her will, one who knows and understands just what I’m forcing her to do.I move on, running down my mental list, imagining each in turn, shackling them, paddling them, fingering them, licking them. Four young. 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. Fuck! that was no help at all! John was glad that he had gotten more remote controllers. He had tried weights tied to his waist, arms, legs nothing seemed to help except tying a rope to hisself and that didn't help very much at all. Trying to do work on the farm was impossible when one was a few feet of the ground.A week after Mitch had left, John felt the first stirrings of a voice far away. The voice sounded like Mitch's but he wasn't too sure. Sighing he wished that Mitch had given him more.