Heels, Pantyhose, Feet & Strapon Tease

April… you try so hard to act proper. Polite, controlled, perfect. But the moment I slowly cross my long legs in silky pantyhose and let my heels dangle 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. My heels, my pantyhose legs, the scent of my feet after I’ve been wearing these shoes all day. Every movement makes you more desperate, more ready to worship. You try to hide it, but every time you are in front of me you become my obedient little servant again. And your husband Jerry… oh, Jerry is even more interesting. While you stare at my legs and crave my feet, Jerry is already trembling at the bulge under my pantyhose. He cannot hide how much he wants it. You two are more alike than you think. You, April, kissing and worshipping my heels, sliding them slowly off my feet while you breathe in their scent. And Jerry…