Custom clip request " A new scene.

HOW I MET THE HOME WRECKER

At a library.

You are at a library in a short dress, seamed black nylons with garters, and high heels. [Nylons should be very sheer and revealing of your toes in action]

You are seated opposite me, ignoring me while reading a book and dangling a high heel.

Every now and again, you look up and give me a shy smile, licking your lips, then returning to your reading.

Finally, your shoe drops off your foot and you address ...

Custom clip request " A new scene.

HOW I MET THE HOME WRECKER

At a library.

You are at a library in a short dress, seamed black nylons with garters, and high heels. [Nylons should be very sheer and revealing of your toes in action]

You are seated opposite me, ignoring me while reading a book and dangling a high heel.

Every now and again, you look up and give me a shy smile, licking your lips, then returning to your reading.

Finally, your shoe drops off your foot and you address me.

“Sir, could you please come over and pick up my shoe.”

I come over, and you slip your shoe back on your feet, but not before wiggling your toes in front of my face.

“What is your name?”

“Hello Michael.

I know what you are, Michael . . . a nylon foot addict.

Are you married, Michael?

You are. But does your wife ever give you ?

Does your wife wear high heels at home and dangle her shoes in front of you? And let you sneak peaks up her dress?

Does she slip her heels off, wriggle her toes in your face, and let you smell her nylon feet until you nearly faint from ecstasy?

Does she let you stroke her nylon legs, all the way from her toes to the top of her nylons?

Does she put your cock in nylons and stroke your cock with her hands, her tongue, and her feet?

Does she slip your cock inside her nylons and stroke your cock with her feet?

Does she give you a nylon foot job?

Does she let you cum in her nylons?

You have a choice, Michael. You can come home with me and experience the best thirty minutes of your life. Or you can go back to your wife.

You want to go home with me? Be warned, if you do, you will never be happy at home again. You will come back to me over and over.

Good, come with me to my home.

[And for the next thirty minutes, you make good on all that you have promised, with lots of close ups of wriggly toes and feet in nylons]

Your last words to me: “Time to go home, Michael, back to your wife. But you cannot resist me. You will return.”