"It's your left one. It doesn't feel too bad just a bit crushed on the one side". He then asked "would this make a difference, my one not being normal... to most women". She answered "no. If a woman loves you she'll be fine with it. Because it's different it's kind of sexy, in a way. Don't take that the wrong way, but I very much like the way it feels (as she continues to gently caress it using her right finger tips). Does it hurt my feeling it?" "No, touch it as much as you want Mrs. H. your. . in total humiliation, and brought to it in a car he’d once owned and posed arrogantly within. It was now the property of Madam Lana Dupree, as was he.Though full of trepidation, the prospect of being exhibited and punished upon the Baroque’s stage before women, had him boning with masochistic excitement at the justly deserved treatment he’d brought upon himself. Lana sneered at his obvious arousal, which would prompt the thorough examination of his flesh, with the implements wielded by the. I took my car and went near her PG (she had already sent me a picture of her on WhatsApp chat. She was looking pretty in the picture). She came out of her PG and waved her hand at me and I waved back. Wow! She was looking gorgeous in her black top and jeans.She came near me and we both hugged a little and then we got inside the car. I started driving. There was heavy traffic everywhere.Finally we went near Hosur highway. We both were hungry and found a good restaurant and ate nicely and resumed. ‘Do you want me to press my feet against your hard cock?’ she asked seductively. The image of her foot against his cock made him shudder with desire, already a bead of precum formed on the tip and was soaking his shorts. ‘Yes’, he said in a low voice as he gulped. She sat down on the bed and waited for him to kneel in front of her, she lifted one sandaled foot to him and he took it his hand and started to kiss it. He slowly unbuckled her sandal as he kissed her foot and took it off, placing it.