Foot_Lover_P
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I was 18 years old at the time.
I knew that what made me stand out was definitely my foot fetish and my love of tickling.
Also, what made me stand out was that I was raised by foster parents.
My mother gave birth to me when she was 15, then abandoned me.
Surprisingly, she spoke to me on one of the instant messengers....
I saw quickly that the photos showed her beautiful feet and, among other things, stilettos.
She wanted, without anyone's knowledge, to meet with me, I decided to take advantage of this.
I asked her to come to me on Saturday, since no one would be there.
Of course, she agreed and I began preparations.
When the moment of contact came I saw her in front of the entrance in beautiful stilettos....
I invited her inside, we chatted, it was funny until I said I wanted to show her something.
After which I brought a large blanket and said that it was impossible to get out of the blanket with which you are wrapped.
And it was a great plan because she immediately said it was easy....
However, when she was already wrapped in the blanket, I took out the gray tape and wrapped the blanket around her several times so that she would definitely not be able to get out of it.
I then heard:
-Haha! Now I definitely won't be able to do it! - This is not how we agreed.
At that moment I gagged her mouth and covered her eyes, then approached her feet in stiletto heels.
I pulled off both shoes in turn....
To my eyes appeared beautiful, shapely and well-groomed feet.
Then I began to tickle in all sorts of ways....
After a while, I decided to take off her gag.
And I began to lick and kiss the soles of her feet.... She only laughed quietly....
I bit the soles of her feet....
I put my tongue between her toes....
I sniffed, it was wonderful.
Afterwards, I heard:
-Will such action once a week compensate you at least something? - She asked.
Now I do not know what and to what extent they compensated....
However, I know for sure that the soles of her feet hate pens, brushes and pens....
I knew that what made me stand out was definitely my foot fetish and my love of tickling.
Also, what made me stand out was that I was raised by foster parents.
My mother gave birth to me when she was 15, then abandoned me.
Surprisingly, she spoke to me on one of the instant messengers....
I saw quickly that the photos showed her beautiful feet and, among other things, stilettos.
She wanted, without anyone's knowledge, to meet with me, I decided to take advantage of this.
I asked her to come to me on Saturday, since no one would be there.
Of course, she agreed and I began preparations.
When the moment of contact came I saw her in front of the entrance in beautiful stilettos....
I invited her inside, we chatted, it was funny until I said I wanted to show her something.
After which I brought a large blanket and said that it was impossible to get out of the blanket with which you are wrapped.
And it was a great plan because she immediately said it was easy....
However, when she was already wrapped in the blanket, I took out the gray tape and wrapped the blanket around her several times so that she would definitely not be able to get out of it.
I then heard:
-Haha! Now I definitely won't be able to do it! - This is not how we agreed.
At that moment I gagged her mouth and covered her eyes, then approached her feet in stiletto heels.
I pulled off both shoes in turn....
To my eyes appeared beautiful, shapely and well-groomed feet.
Then I began to tickle in all sorts of ways....
After a while, I decided to take off her gag.
And I began to lick and kiss the soles of her feet.... She only laughed quietly....
I bit the soles of her feet....
I put my tongue between her toes....
I sniffed, it was wonderful.
Afterwards, I heard:
-Will such action once a week compensate you at least something? - She asked.
Now I do not know what and to what extent they compensated....
However, I know for sure that the soles of her feet hate pens, brushes and pens....
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