She found herself enthralled at his dominant display. Gone was the brainy lawyer that swept into her life a few short weeks ago, here was a man whose eyes were filled with lust, his hard on more pronounced. "Well yes Sir...." she answered him then removed his other shoe and sock. She took the souls of his feet and rubbed her breast against the bottoms. Her nipples ached from the contact of his feet and the added feel of her leather brassiere. Oh yes she'd had plans for the Counselor and felt the liquid heat of her own desire, dampening her thighs. She didn't bother with panties or a thong tonight letting the fish net thigh highs and short skirt be the only covering for her lower half. No she didn't want any pesky panties in the way.<br/><br/>With an nearly evil glint she licked and sucked his toes then became scandalous: Leaning back she sat on her round ass spreading her legs exposing the bare glistening folds of her pussy to his gaze then guided his foot to her bare sex; specifically his large toe. "I want you to fuck me with your toe Larry." She said it plainly, her voice husky with her own lust, her eyes hooded. She was going to crank the heat up a notch with the counselor. Having him on her home turf so to speak had made her grow bold and she felt sexy, wild.