My cum flew everywhere as she jerked my cock back and forth trying to catch as much as she could and eating it. I could not help myself as I cried out... in relief. "Oh, you fucking whore, jerk my cock, eat my cum, I love it!” She lay there, on top of me, her pussy juice still flowing and my cum still dribbling from cock. She raised her head and I looked at her. Not a beautiful face, but comely. “I want to fuck you,” I said. “I want to be fucked but I never planned this, you must believe me.” “I. Fine then, if you think that you are so cocky, if V Tech wins you will have to come over to my place and worship my feet for an hour a point you loose by, oh and by the way I am going to wear the same pair of socks for that whole week, just to make sure that they are good and stinky for you Saturday night after the game. For the whole week leading up to the game, she kept saying to me each day, my feet are really starting to get stinky. On Saturday we were listening to the game at work, and. Delicate fingers stroked her breasts and rubbed her nipples until they felt ready to burst. Soft hands ran lightly down her back until her hair was standing on end. The machine had found her clitoris and gentle vibrations soon had her near to a climax, while feelers transmitted the vibrations into the deepest crevices of her pussy. There was something thick and gristly pushing into her cunt. It probably felt rather like a cock, she suspected. She was beginning to respond, trying desperately to. "I've always thought ankle straps were very, uh, smart." I stopped myself from saying sexy. "I have some glue that might solve the problem but it will need time to set. I'm afraid this pair won't be ready tonight. What others do you have?" She darted suddenly from the sofa with only a slight favoring of her ankle, and vanished into the hallway. She returned with two pairs of heels and said, "You seem to have an eye for fashion. Which do you think?" She had obviously noticed my attention to her.