"Look at my preeeety feeeeet. My feet are so sore and tired so hot and sweaty.. I bet you’d just looove to rub them for me now wouldn’t you? But t...hen I’d make you LICK and SNIFF and your DICK would get so STIFF! Wouldn’t it?? That was it for me She and I were inseparable for years after word. This woman would bewith me as I drove us out on a date and out of the blue she’d start stroking my cock through my pants and cooed things like: " Thinkin about my FEET? Ooh my stinky little feet. Stiffer. It was 4 pm and she said that I can come to her home as no one else is at her home. Her husband was away in Kolkata that day and her elder son was at school and her younger son went to take karate classes.I reached her house and we greeted each other in a normal and friendly way with handshakes. Her grip was strong compared to a normal female handshake. We sat and talked normal and friendly way. She made tea and made some sandwiches.After about and 45 minutes of normal chat, I suddenly saw that. Her eyebrows were no longer thick. Instead they were plucked razor-thin, like mere pencil lines that framed her now-dark eyes. Long luscious, and false, black lashes had been fixed for good to give her come-hither expression more seductive allure. The dark of the Master's residence had erased the once golden California glow and replaced it with a vampiric paleness, her complexion wan bordering on moon-whiteness. The Master thought the complexion contrasted dramatically and aethetically. And a sweet voice answered with “Hello”, I got an instant hard on from that, I talked for some time with her, and invited her to the cafe after school.The next day, I was sitting in the cafe, as usual, not knowing if she will come or not, but my worries were unneeded,as she came, that sexy gait of hers, coming towards me, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. She came into the cafe and looked around, before finding me, “Salim?” she asked, I just nodded, Patel(name changed) sat down beside me,.