The rush was intense.  Phill had no idea how utterly intoxicating it was to have someone in his control like this.  He had been half afraid she would balk, or would snicker at his attempts but the stern look worked!  He couldn't have ever imagined this sort of euphoria, now that he had tasted what this was like, he was addicted.  He wanted more of it, he wanted to latch on and direct everything.  But, he reminded himself, he had to be in control of himself.  Only then could he could watch and learn his lovely wife's tells so he could make her dance like a marionette, and have her love every minute of it.<br/><br/>Looking over at Simon with a curious expression but he does lean in as he wonders why.  Why keep it from Kate?  Ah, of course  the same reason senior leaders don't tell their subordinates what they talk about.  It wasn't for them to know.  Phill shifted a bit in his seat wondering if the room had gotten warmer, but he nodded.<br/><br/>The solution presented a problem, how would he tell when Kate was close?  How close should he get her?  Could he really tell the difference with visual clues and his foot?  It suddenly turned into an intriguing puzzled to Phill.  His mind, well versed in mathematics began formulating a grid as to where his foot was and where it could reach.  He measured it in seconds, counts in his head.  His technique with his foot changed from simply rubbing, to a calculated exploration.  He matched up in his mind what his foot was doing to a visual memory of his foot and the new study he was suddenly doing of her erogenous zone.  He was looking for hot spots, how she liked being touched, and what got reactions.  If the reactions were visible he simply raised an eyebrow at Kate, but didn't say anything.<br/><br/>Phill concluded the data was incomplete, and this would have to be repeated before he would have a perfect catalog of information.  Still, Phill hoped he had enough to proceed.  His toe, nice and damp ran along her slit rather deliberately pressing just inside before moving on to run over her clit, then the all the toes and the ball of the foot made a light pass back down her sex.  His foot the pull out and traces along her thigh, then back in with a soft touch so she could just feel it, but keeping to the outside of her sex, never directly touching her core after that one deliberate touch.  After so many seconds he would stop, and not touch her for a moment or two.  Let her get some water and some food, let her cool down abit, and then he would return to his light teasing.  His eyes settled on his wife, observant, calculating, but his lips settled into a smile.  His thoughts were anything but tranquil as he constantly running a series of numbers in his mind, choosing one number between one and seven, at random to keep Kate from guessing when the touches would stop and start.  Just as he was starting to tease her again, he stopped then pulled his foot slightly away from her skin.  Kate could press forward and ‘look’ for some relief.  Phill was curious which his wife would do.<br/><br/>Looking over at Simon he smiles. “I never should have waited.. I..  is it always this awesome?”  He leaned in to whisper it, but really couldn't stop the giddy feeling he had.  He was really dominating his lovely wife.<br/>