Emily Procter Feet Novels & Stories

he said, backing away from her, leaving her shaken and vibrating with desire. Emily did as he demanded, removing the plug and placing it primly on the TV stand, next to his remotes. As her step-daddy watched, Emily removed the tattered remains of her shirt. She slid her skirt and panties over her firm ass. She slipped out of her shoes and socks. Entirely naked, Emily crawled across the floor. With each step she felt Jacob’s hold on her deepen, his authority grew.

Emily leaned back on the couch, a smug grin on her face, "Go on, Mr. Sterling. I am confident I could ace them” Oliver raised a brow, feeling a little competitive, “So, when’s my birthday and birthplace?” “October 30. Orinda, California, USA” “That’s easy. I knew you would know that” he looked over the lists, “Let’s see…height and weight—” “6 ½ inches and 185 lbs while your shoe size is 10” Oliver raised a brow, “How do you know that?” Emily shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee, “Well, I am the one who chooses your shoes, gives your measurements to the tailors, and the one who usually fills up your medical information whenever you get injured from your hobby of car racing. So, I need to know

"That's why I was so horrified when you showed me what Paul did to you. But I've had a few clients with very specific preferences—one of them had a foot fetish and wanted to suck my toes." "Did you let him?" "Hell yeah! For 15K, I would have let him suck other things, too," Emily laughed and threw her head back, her long hair cascading like a waterfall behind her. "But that's nothing. When I first joined Dreams, this one client wanted me to wear sheer pantyhose all the time. I guess he had a thing for nylon or something. Anyway, he got off on touching and smelling my stockings. Sometimes he'd make me rub my feet on him."

She wasn't going to ask, but for some reason prompted her to walk up to him with her bare feet. "Brother." The voice is light but makes the listener feel the interest in the word. Jack looked up, Emily in her silk nightgown with bare feet, her head down. He was trying to judge she needed something. "I heard. What do you need?" She was afraid to be alone, he let her sleep on the big bed. For her peace of mind, he was at a distance and needed to read some documents. She should be asleep then, but why is she still here?