Adventures of Shemale Sandra Part 2

"It's like a handjob, except with your feet," Timothy said matter-of-factly. Sandra sighed softly.

"Okay, I'll try."

Timothy had laid down in front of her by this point, and so she lifted up her oily feet and placed one on either side of his strained cock. A big smile grew on his face as she began to work on the coordination in her feet by practicing the raising and lowering of them, all on his lucky dick. It was thoroughly lubed up now from all of the lotion, and he had to admit that Sandra's soles felt absolutely lovely on it. He could feel every tiny little wrinkle on the bottom of her feet as it passed over his swollen member. It was beyond a turn-on to him; it was an obsession.

Sandra, however, felt hesitant.

"Am I doing it right?" she wondered aloud, in an almost apathetic voice.

"Oh baby, it's perfect!" he replied through labored breaths.

Her fears seemed to shrink, as did her now-partially-soft cock; she just wasn't that turned on by this. But she continued to perform the footjob on Timothy, her back and head slightly off the couch and her legs in sort of indian-style position as they guided their respective feet up and down Timothy's reddened member. There was now a squishy, almost-slapping sound recurring, and she knew that although part of it was her softening cock flapping around helplessly, hitting her stomach, that it was mostly a strong suction gained from solid lubrication and the practiced rhythm of her feet.

Sandra glanced at Timothy and noticed that he was ogling her lotioned-up feet, apparently on Cloud Nine. Slowly, she began to realize that this was actually having a massive effect on him, and at that point her desire to control began to manifest itself as gradually increasing arousal. She was starting to ger horny again.

To speed up the process, she stopped her soft little cock from its swinging and starting to yank the skin on it up and down feverishly. This, too, took more coordination. It didn't stop her though. The footjob continued.