The name on the tastefully engraved sign by the front door was “Foot Fetish.” The door opened as I walked up to it and I was greeted by a tiny dol...l of a woman. “Peggy Anne, I am so glad to meet you, dahlin'. Come in and let me take care of you. My name is Sissy.” “Of course it is,” I said under my breath as I followed her into a beautiful, creamy-colored parlor. The chairs and settee were obviously old but were covered in tone-on-tone modern fabrics that invited you to sit and have a cup of tea. Both from excitement and stimulation. This was it. This was what she wanted. As she pushed herself against Lucas’s lips, Jamie felt her arms shake, almost like she was having problems holding herself up, and that’s when she felt Lucas envelop her petite tits with his rough, calloused hands. She put her hands on his, feeling him pull her back into a sitting position, feeling the blonde boy’s tongue deep in her pussy, while her partner in crime rode the cock she was excited to have in her soon.. “You boys look like you could use some company,” she said crawling onto the bed. We both just smiled, continuing to stroke our hard cocks. “I’ll take over with that,” she said putting her hand on his dick and stroking it. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips as he moaned a bit grabbing her head and tonguing her mouth. He rubbed her tits with his other hand as I lightly ran my hand up and down his body.She kissed down his body heading straight for his cock. He was probably a tad bit. Even a deeper moan emulates from your delicate lips as you anticipate the filling pleasure to come. I then remove any article of clothing left on me, and move up closer to you. I draw my bow across your delicate sting, and your moans swell in response. The slow strumming of my bow makes over your heated instrument sends thunderous quakes through your body. In your rhythmic response I realize that this is the perfect medium for this composition. As I gently align my bow to your awaiting.