Bill's first foot massage lasted twenty-five minutes. Twenty-five minutes of maintaining a fully turgid erection. Twenty-five agonizing minutes of constant touching her toes, soles, heels, and all the other parts he had yet to learn the names for. It was a very successful evening as far as his new-found fetish was concerned. Lots of hot moments that he soon recalled as he came twice in rapid succession that night in his room.
He was hooked. Feet were his new thing.
Bill was looking forward to a repeat the next day. During work, he planned how he would go about setting up another foot massage session. It wasn't until he was home did he get a text from Rachel:
-GO AHEAD AND EAT WITHOUT ME. I'M HAVING DINNER WITH MARTY- CYA AROUND 9:00-
Bill thought about what he wanted, sexually, from Ra
