Today I needed to solve a problem here at home? a mistake in the laundry room design. And who did the design? Of course, my trusted architect. An old friend who knows every detail of my houses. I called him, and when he said he was nearby with Pedro and asked if he could bring him? my heart even raced. Of course I said yes. I knew that day would be special. I got ready as I always do when I have hidden intentions. I put on tight pants, the kind that accentuate every curve of my body. I put on my acrylic high heels ? the really high ones that make my feet look even more imposing and sculpted. My long toes, with perfect French manicures, completed the spectacle. The light hit the acrylic and made my feet shine like a weapon of seduction. When they arrived, the step-father went straight to the computer. And Pedro? stayed there, within my reach. Every time I moved, I let the heels show more. I stretched my leg, let my foot slip out of my sandal a little, showed the soles, made a noise when I crossed my legs. I felt Pedro's gaze burning into me. He tried to hide it, but I know the effect my feet have on him. I started lightly rubbing my foot against his erection, over his pants. He got hard. And when I saw that he was completely surrendered, I went further: I slipped my foot inside his pants. Pedro's erection throbbed. He trembled. His breathing became heavy. I told him to smell it. I whispered, "Smell me." He obeyed. He buried his face in my foot. He smelled it as if it were the best smell in the world, and it is! With each touch, he became wetter with lust. And I became more excited to have this control. There was a moment when I got up to send an audio message to his wife. I turned my back to him, and I knew he wouldn't resist. He buried his face in my ass and sniffed with a hunger that only a true devotee feels. It's a story of seduction, danger, submission. That's my specialty.
