I'm new to the neighborhood. It's been several years since My divorce. With no man in the house to take of the little things that need to be done, I was glad to find you... a handy young man that just happens to live next door. You have just finished washing My car and I offer to pay you. You refuse to accept any money from Me. After some banter about Me wanting to componsate you for your help, you confess that you are attracted to My feet and would like to get closer to them. I can't help but feel excitement inside Me, along with some embarrassment as I'm sure that My interest is showing. Trying poorly to contain Myself I ask what you want to do? You tell Me and I, perhaps too quickly, agree. My excitement becoming more obvious as the scene progresses. Shortly after you begin touching My feet, I can see that there is an obvious bulge growing in your shorts. I couldn't stop Myself from mentioning it. Feeling emboldened I suggest that you give yourself some relief here, now. Once I see your nice cock, My excitement becomes too much and I have to tell you to jerkoff for Me. For My feet. I never imagined a situation like this and must say it's the best time I've had in forever. Can we keep this a secret? I'm not ready for the neighborhood to start calling Me a foot whore. At least not yet. Oh ... and also... Can we do it again?