He had strong hands and kneaded her arch, her toes, the ball of her foot. She sighed with pleasure and sipped her drink, watching him work. Her other foot, now shoeless, was in his lap as well; her toes teased his growing erection. “If you ever get tired of being a high-powered executive, I might have an opening for a foot-slave,” she teased, and giggled when his face flushed beet-red. His c**k stiffened instantly under her toes.
“Now the other one,” she commanded after a while. She watched him stare at her legs, at her cleavage. The limousine pulled into her parking garage, and when they got to her private elevator, she said, “Better adjust yourself before getting out. You can dismiss the driver until morning.” She liked the sudden shock of pleasure on his face, especially mixed with sli
