She knew about my foot fetish and I couldn't wait to see her when she walked of the plane with her long hair, hourglass figure and those feet! I can't... remember anything else about what she wore, but the shoes and exact color of her polish are etched in my memory banks. She had promised me unlimited access to them in our emails and phone calls, and as we waited for her luggage I couldn't get the image of those toes and heels dripping with my jizz out of my mind; I found myself absentmindedly. “Mick, your wife hasn’t tried to call back today,” Diane informed him.“Thank you Diane. I want to say that you handled it well yesterday.”“Gwen told me not to let her through unless she was really angry.”“And she was! And is probably even more so now, since I didn’t go home last night. Hey do you want to join Gwen and me for lunch?”“Sure, let me set the voice mail and I’ll be there in a second. Where did Gwen tell you that you are taking us today?”“That’s not funny!” I said, knowing that it. Most of these encounters occur where other visitors could watch and enjoy, but for an additional fee, you could book a private visit. For those with the taste, one could rent rooms, and hire personal maids in every way you could imagine, from pure human men and women, through to more exotic hybrids to suit your every fetish.Would you like to fuck an Angel, a demon? Have a catgirl or boy service you or would you like to descend into the more debauched environment of bedding intelligent animals,. You just can’t have him.’” “So you took that to mean you could, uh,” I paused, “behave like you did today and beguile me into this?” “Whatever,” she said, sounding a little irritable. “I took it to mean that it was okay to screw you as long as I didn’t fall in love with you.” “Hmmm,” I nodded. “I take it we did okay, then?” “It’s a start,” Sandra answered. “But just a start.” “You mean there’s going to be more?” “Oh, hell, yes!” she said emphatically. Shayla went through her regular routine.