“Cathy lose your skirt” “What” “You heard me.” “It’s Vicky that is your slut, get her to take hers off” Vicky did no...t say anything, which was rather surprising. “There can be only one, now take it off” Cathy glared at me but rose to take of her skirt and dropped it on the floor. I shifted across the bed and told Cathy to lie next to me. She looked as though she may refuse and walk out but started to get into position. “Don’t think you are going to pop this cherry cause you aren’t” I. I knelt down in front of her and could just make out a very nice camel in her tight trousers. I started to undo her trousers and pulled them down to her ankles. Her tights quickly followed. I was presented with a pair of nylon semitransparent yellow bikini style panties over a ginger bush. Her panties came dowm to her knees and my face went into her bush. It was divine, she thrust forward her hips and spread her pussy lips. I took all advantage of this and dived in, my tongue slobbering over. Attempting to gain a modicum of control I asked him a couple of questions.I asked him if he had always had a thing for feet and if it bothered him at all that I was a guy. He said that his wife got him into feet because it really turned her on to have her feet rubbed and licked. As far as me being a guy went, he didn’t really care as long as I was this smooth all over. As you may imagine, my control went right out the door especially after the work ‘licked’ came out of his mouth.Lying back in. In addition to wearing the desperately restrictive shoes, a taut metal chain attaches to a metal loop that hangs to the rear of my black leather collar. The other end of the chain attaches to a smaller loop that protrudes to the rear of my seven inch black leather waist belt. I tension it purposefully in a harsh manner so as to ensure that my back remains permanently arched. This causes my stance to resemble that of a ridiculously obscene little fuck slut. With every little step, my.