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Office Feet: All-Nighter

Date: 1/12/2017, Categories: Fetish, Group Sex, Voyeur, Author: footfetishguy591, Rating: , Source: xHamster

pedisolejunction dot com does. It was incredible. I looked and Sarah turned around and asked her what she was doing and mentioned that maybe "he doesn't want your foot there." The girl I barely new said, "Oh, he doesn't mind." Sarah looks at me and smiles, embarrassed. Then she says, with gritted teeth, "I thought we weren't going to mention that?" With the first girlish giggle I'd ever heard from her. Fred Flintstone feet chick says, "Hey, should we just ask him?" Sarah says, "You didn't ask him yet?" Remmy laughs, no, we just got in here. I'm sitting there playing it cool with a "what are you talking about" smile on my face. Sara sits on my window ledge/vent and kicks the Dr Scholls off IN MY LAP. It was deliberate. I said, "What are you guys doing." They're bribing you, said Fred Flintstone feet chick. We need you to work this weekend and we have no time to play games. They need you to say yes and they know there's no fucking way you're saying no with all of these feet in your face. I tried to say "what are you guys talking about?" when the very nerdy cat lady from Pittsburgh walks in and laughs. She says, "Oh, crap. You didn't tell him I told you did you?" Wait a second, I said. That's when I got the please, please pleeeeeeeease do this for us! I felt like I just pulled out a wad of money at a strip joint. I said okay. Where's the brief? "Sarah, gets up, gives me a fist bump, pops a roach on my desk, and says, "You're awesome, I love you. Email me what you've got by ... tomorrow night." As she heads out the door. "You left your shoes!" She doesn't stop, instead she yells as she walks down the hall, "You get to keep those. Thank yooooooo." Everyone looks at me waiting for a response. I just shake my head and say "Jesus Christ... what just happened?" Remmy joked that if I didn't want the Dr. Scholls, she could get them out of there. At this point I decide, fuck it. I hate this job anyway, and they OBVIOUSLY know I'm a foot fetish guy, they're already going to have a laugh,... That's when I said, "You touch those shoes and I'll break both your arms!" in a joking and very non-threatening way. As cool as I could deliver it without my voice cracking. Okay okay, I'm not touching your sandles you pervy bastard. "What do you like about them?" Fred Flinstone Feet (FFF) asked. I answered with a question. "The Dr. Scholls or feet in general?" Remmy lit up. So it's true! Ya, Remmy. If it wasn't true, and I didn't like feet, you guys would look really fuckin stupid right now, don't you think?" Big, suddenly relaxed vibe hits the room. "You didn't answer" says FFF, the only feet in the room still in shoes. "What do you like about the shoes?" What do I like? I don't know. But I can tell you what I LOVE about those shoes... I can see her whole foot. Next to clear heels..."EWWWWWWWWWWWWW" they all laugh. No way, those are gross! stripper shoes." FFF pipes up. "I don't get it." It's so weird. "Most guys are into tits" chimed in Remmy. "It's because I wasn't breast ...