"Natalie..." I started again. "You owe me 20 minutes."
Natalie laughed. I smiled. The lie lived on.
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Hmmm... I'm not sure how I feel about this one...
Though I'm giving it a four, I don't know whether to be disappointed that they don't really end up together.
I suppose if every sexual act he performs HAS to be all about feet - if he's so fetished that he can't even engage in "normal" sex - then it would never work... but if he can feed his fetish AND have "normal" sex, then it would have been nice if she COULD accept his fetish as part of their then sex life and maybe end up more than what might only be friends, assuming that's what they are.
After all, we already know they're more than nothing since, in spite of him already saying he doesn't do safe words, he let her out of her agreement (of a full hour - which clearly meant an hour all at once).
Or was his actual fetish specifically *tickling* feet...?
Please continue this so we know more about them...more...
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