He grabbed her hands and lifted them over her head, attaching them to a pair of handcuffs that Hayley hadn't seen at the top of the chair. She lay the...re, totally exposed in her pink skirt and fishnet stockings, her high heels barely reaching the floor. The guy who had picked her up moved his cock towards her mouth again. She moved her head with her tongue out in anticipation but he pulled away.'Beg me for it' he said.She looked up into his eyes, exhaled deeply and said in what was almost a. After all a foot fetish seemed strange enough to some people, but if they ever knew it was my own mother's feet that had instilled it in me it would be off to therapy I'd go! Stop that! I yelled at myself again as I immediately pushed the image of my mother's black stocking clad feet and pretty little toes out of my mind. I'm sure part of the reason my fetish was so frustrating was because I had never been able to properly satisfy it. I'd been fixated with feet since well before I'd started. Hmmm. Interesting, she thought, because the voice sounded like the one that had been talking about her when she eavesdropped behind the tent earlier. Unfortunately, the moment of excitement ended when he walked up and she recognized that it was her manager’s son, Jake. “Didn’t think anyone else was out here,” he said as he turned off his light. “You work with my mom, don’t you?” “For her, yes,” she corrected. “Nicole, right?” “That’s right.” Apparently picking up on the ice in her tone, he. Our antics didn’t go unnoticed all together, one guy drinking in a group of four or so other, caught my eye as I returned our empty glasses to the bar, raised his own and gave the most knowing of winks. I’ll grant him some class however, as being a true gent he didn’t let on to his drinking spares, least not whilst we were still there. Time was moving on and we had a social engagement later and wanted to pick up one or two things before heading out there. The trip back to town was very special,.