She asks me to come to her house to do her make-up.
I reply, “Okay.”
She says, “I will meet you next to my car.”
When I get to her house, she says, “I want you to practice your make-up on me now, so I don’t look like an idiot on my wedding day.”
I start to do her make-up when she tells me to stop because she gets a phone call. I stop and lie down next to her beautiful caramel toes, while she is talking to Jimmy, who is one of my classmates and her student. In the past, I told her that Jimmy has a massive foot fetish for her but he was too shy to say anything. I was soon to discover that she knows that I was the one with the foot fetish.
I lie down next to Zainab’s feet and try to smell her intoxicating toes without being caught, with an erection growing and in plain view. She starts to laugh loud while talking to Jimmy, but I know he is not that funny and something is going on, but I do not know what yet.
She moves her lush toes closer to my face and I move closer to her toes when she is not looking. I know it is a trap but I could not help myself.
She hangs up the phone and says, “My feet are killing me. Can you massage them please?”
I start to go red and have a big smile on my face. She knows she has me. My erection growing and I am thinking, “Am I going to be able to control myself?” She knows I want to massage her feet by the smile on my face.
I slowly reached for her left foot, the second I touch it she lets out a quite moan. My erection is getting harder and harder, I think, “It’s gonna pop out of my pants.” She moves her right foot into my lap and I almost blow my load, I let out a moan and she says, “Enjoying yourself are we?”
I reply, “Maybe.”
She just smiles and moves her foot closer and closer to my face.