Dirty foot fetish phone sex weakens therapist into mutual masturbation phone sex with Meredith

As it turns out, I have a passion for walking around in the wet grass barefooted. I do this before I go to see my favorite phone sex counselor. I need to make sure that I have just the appropriate amount of silt, grass stains and mud caked to the bottom of my slender beautiful feet. In this manner I am more than able to receive counseling sessions for myself at his expense. He’s a PhD. Love it when I can make such a cerebral, smart man weak with the sight of my dirty phone sex feet.

You see, our counseling sessions are very special. First of all, I get to view his beauiful face online (and it is a beautiful face). I see his bare chest with a smattering of dark chest hair and of course the transferance begins because I have a serious phone sex crush on my counselor. We talk a bit–catch up on what is happening in my life. He always worries about me doing masturbation phone sex for a living–I assure him that I am more than happy with my choice in occupation. Then we start talking about some of my deeper rooted issues–my Daddy issues–my insecurities. Before I let him in too deep though I plop my feet up on my desk. The ones I rolled in dirt just for him.

His phone sex foot fetish then starts to widdle away at his resolve leaving him a muddled pile of hormones and lust. I invite him to have a long lick right up the instep where I have the most silt for him to enjoy. As his prick hardens he starts to get weaker–the more feet dirt he eats the weaker he becomes.

And of course we never solve any of my problems because I have him on the hook in this manner. I let him think he’s going to help me and then I kick him right in the dirty foot fetish where it hurts.

Kisses, to D my forever foot fetish phone sex slave.

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