Her eyes widen. “Anyway, so he is sitting on the lounge with my feet on hisp and he starts to run his


    hand up and down my foot.”


    “Oh shit,” I whisper. “Aren’t you ticklish?” I couldn’t handle that shit, “Chinese torture chamber shit,”


    I murmur around my crackers.


    She shakes her head at my stupid question.


    “What did you do?” I frown.


    She  shrugs  and  drains  her  ss.  “I  sat  and  pretended  to  watch  stupid  fucking  Arnold


    Schwarzenegger.”


    “Oh.”  My  eyes  widen  as  I  refill  our  sses.  I  pass  hers  to  her.  “So…  he  had  your  foot  and  was


    rubbing it with his hand.”


    “We will leave in ten, girls,” star calls from the lounge.”


    “Okay,” I reply. He is dropping us at the restaurant on his way.


    She leans in so star can’t hear her and I instinctively do the same. “He moved my foot so I could


    feel his erection in his pants.”


    “What?” I whisper, wide-eyed. Holy crap. “I don’t believe this!”


    “I know, right?” She sculls her wine.


    “What did you do?”


    “Iid there and let him rub himself up with my foot.”


    I choke on my wine. “W-w-what?” I stammer.


    “He rubbed my foot back and forth over his erection, Em.”


    My mouth drops open in shock.


    She shakes her head and drains her ss. I burst outughing and put my hand over my mouth. “This


    guy is a fucking deviant.” I murmur.


    “Tell me about it,” she replies dryly.


    “What happened?” I whisper. “God, I love these stories.” I hold up my ss and she clinks it with


    hers.


    She shrugs. “I think he came.”


    My eyes widen. “What?” I gasp.


    “Who came?” star replies casually as he walks into the room.


    Oh shit, he heard us. My guilty eyesnd on Brielle.


    “Bianca’s boyfriend arrived today,” she blurts.


    star checks back under the sink. “Who is Bianca?” he asks without looking up.


    My eyes widen and I shake my head. God, I wish I could think fast on my feet like her.


    “Our friend from Australia,” Brielle replies casually. “Her boyfriend arrived today.” She widens her


    eyes and shrugs her shoulders and I drop my head to hide my smile at her easy bullshitting ways.


    I turn to star who is openly stressed out. “Can you still not find your gloves?” I ask.


    “No and it’s fucking pissing me off.” He pulls out the third drawer in a rush. “I saw another old pair


    here the other day, but I can’t recall where.” He murmurs deep in thought.


    I think for a moment. I did see a pair somewhere. “Oh, they are in theundry underneath the sink. I


    saw them there yesterday when I was doing theundry.”


    He winks sexily and disappears into theundry.


    “So, what happened then?” I whisper.


    She leans back in to me. “I think he came on my foot.”


    “And the kids were in the room?” I ask, horrified.


    “Yes, but God knows I wasn’t thinking about them.”


    I shake my head. “You are such a shit nanny. Who jacks off the dad with their foot when the kids are in


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    Sheughs out loud. “I really am. It’s true.”


    “And then?”


    “And then he got harder and harder and the look he was giving me was almost making me orgasm on


    the spot.”


    “Oh, this is hot,” I whisper. “It’s like reality porn.”


    “And then he held my foot tight onto him, and I swear, I felt his cock jerk as he came.”


    “Oh my God,” I whisper. “Then what?”


    She throws up her hands in despair. “Then the fucking movie ended, didn’t it?”


    “Oh.” My face falls. “So he didn’t return the favor?”


    “No.” She shakes her head in disgust. “Then the kids got up and the moment was totally ruined so he


    got up and disappeared into his room.”


    Iugh. “Brielle, I can’t actually believe this shit is happening to you.”


    “Do you think I can?”


    “What happened at breakfast?”