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Hello,
It was last Saturday evening 10/30, I finished work and caught the Civic Center BART home. I was glad to going east back to Dublin since Halloween party-goers were arriving in style. I was reading my NYT when you got on at Embarcadero. The car was completely empty so I was annoyed you took the seat perpendicular to me, but I was shocked you had the nerve to extend your legs over the arm rest and plop your feet right onto my lap. You stunned me when you commanded me to worship your feet. Sorry I was in shock what you wanted me to do, but I gazed into your eyes and at your high heel pumps and noticed the red under soles, Christian Louboutin I assume. Then I saw you were wearing textured print pantyhose and a very short skirt. I slowly took off your shoes and put your warm feet into my hands and just started massaging them. I worked from the toes, soles, ankles and finally your calves. I assumed things would stop there but when you commanded me to kiss your feet I took your them against my face and nose, sniffing the sweet aroma and kissing your toes while you started to rub yourself. As we neared the West Dublin station, you quickly pulled your legs and feet back to adjust your skirt, but not before you took off your very wet and soaked pantyhose and wiped yourself. Before tossing them to me, you smiled and at least you had the decency to say thank you but I caught the fake Vampire fangs or were they real?
Until we meet again.
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