Debate raged up and down the school system. Meanwhile, the deadkid kept coming every day. So finally they let it stay. By this time, theclass had noti...ced the pattern the dead kid followed. On good days, it came early, moved more smoothly, and acted much more,well, alive. Teachers swore they could almost see the person the dead kidhad been, before it had died. But when it was late, and that meant thatwhatever mortician fixed it up for school had not had a good night. And today it was the latest. I think to myself. See having a foot fetish is a gift and a curse. If you don't have it, you don't understand. So now I'm torn between taking my ass to work or worshiping my wife's feet for a few minutes. They were freshly painted. She keeps them done because she knows I like it, and I know she didn't shower before she went to bed. When it comes to foot fetishes there are so many degrees and levels. Some people simply like to to look, some are into arches, some toes, some soles, and some even. You turn the water off and pull back the shower curtain."Are you a cold tigress?" "ye, yes Master" "well we'll have to see if we can find a way of warming you up then won't we?" "Uh huh" "Where's your toybag, cumslut?" "On the bed" "Lie down, assume the pose" i lie down on my stomach, legs bent, feet crossed my arms in a box infront of me, head up as you leave the bathroom, and walk the short distance to my bedroom you take out the big red candle and the matches before coming back into the. “Sky,” she whimpered.“I know,” I purred, loving staring into her baby blues. “It’s okay to cum, Mommy. I want to make you cum. I’m your good girl now.”I sucked on her clit as she groaned, “Lord help me. That’s amazing. Oh, yes, yes. That’s wonderful. Sky. I really, really am going to ... to ... To cum!”I winked at her as I nursed on her clit.I could feel her orgasm growing and growing as I nursed on her clit. Her boobs jiggled beneath her dress. She looked so sexy as she squirmed around. This.