He was ready to head down to the pool, to spend the afternoon relaxing. But he decided on an alternative. For her to spend the afternoon in tight bondage. Hogtied. Cleave gagged. Rolling around on the bed. Yet still enjoying every moment of it, more than spending the afternoon in the cold pool water. .Because she had one hope. That when he returned and could smell the scent of a very aroused young woman that had filled the room, he would do something about it.
He thought she had a foot fetish, always making sure that her toenail were clean and polished. What she didn’t know, until this moment, was that he had even more of a fetish. Binding her in a way that her foot were exposed. Able to roll around on the bed but not able to escape. And thinking about his tickling, teasing and erotic torment. Of her feet. Not now. but soon. Very Soon.