You are sat opposite me with a dinner table between us, your beautiful (and clean) bare soles are crossed at the ankle and flexing in front of me. My wife is getting ready upstairs. You ask if it's ok to use my computer again whilst we're out - then laugh and say 'I hope you've cleared your history this time'. You giggle and start talking about the various clips you found last time (all relating to barefoot ball trampling). You notice me getting nervous, and giggle saying it's ok as it's a little pastime of yours anyway - and suggest it could be our little secret if I pay you $200 more each... Show more