April… you try so hard to act proper.
Polite. Controlled. Perfect.
But the moment I cross my long legs in silky pantyhose and slowly dangle my heels in front of you… everything changes. Your eyes lock on my legs and you cannot stop staring.
You become weak so easily.
I know your triggers, April. I know exactly what makes you melt — my heels, my pantyhose legs, the scent of my feet after I’ve been wearing these shoes all day.
You try to hide that you re obsessed… but every time you are in front of me you become my desperate little lesbian servant again.
And your husband Jerry?
Oh… Jerry is even more interesting.
While you are busy staring at my legs and worshipping my feet, Jerry is already trembling at the bulge under my pantyhose. He cannot hide how much he craves it.
You two are more alike than you think.
You, April, desperate to kiss and worship my heels… sliding them slowly off my feet while you feel in their sce
