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The Temp

... finished giving each toe individual attention as quickly as I could and stood up, retreating backwards into the hallway as I heard my wife enter the room. I f***ed my rigid cock back into my pants and quietly zipped my fly as Diane sat down on the sofa at the end farthest from Veronica. The bulge in my pants was impossible to hide, so I made sure to turn with my back towards Diane when I walked past her. I sat beside her on the sofa and quickly crossed my legs to hide my bulge. With the footrest of the easy chair extended, Veronica's feet were only about two feet from my end of the sofa, and pointed directly at us. She began to wiggle her toes deliberately. "Diane, I hope you don't mind my taking off my boots. My feet were suddenly feeling very cramped." "No, that's perfectly okay. No reason why you should suffer." "Thanks. Because, you know, some people might find it rude... especially if they were smelly. But, I don't think mine are smelly, do you Jack?" My body tensed as I confronted the absurd question. What did she think I would do, bend forward and smell them? I glanced over at Diane, who stared at me with a blank, slightly quizzical expression. "Well," I chuckled. "I certainly don't smell them from here." "That's good. Although, and excuse me if this sounds crude, there are some people who are turned on by feet, even smelly feet." "Oh, sure, foot fetishists," I quickly interjected, hoping my comment would break Veronica's monologue and allow me to change the subject, ...

... but she lifted one leg up about 6" off the footrest, stared admiringly at her own foot, and continued. "I dated a man once who loved to worship my feet. Isn't that wild, Diane?" "Yes. But you do have lovely feet Veronica, so it's not so unbelievable. Mine are not nearly as attractive." "Oh, I'm sure you're just being kind. You mean Jack's never showed any interest in your feet?" I had to try again to stop where this was going. "Veronica, I don't know that this is such an appropriate topic of conversation." "Oh, I know Jack, but after all, tomorrow's my last day working for you, so it's not really like a coworker is asking such a personal question. I just happen to enjoy learning about what turns people on. I'm sorry if I offended you Diane." "No," Diane replied, somewhat taken aback, but surprisingly interested in the direction of the conversation. "You didn't. And it certainly does make for more interesting talk than the weather!" "Oh, I'm so glad you feel that way." "If you don't mind my saying so, Veronica, it looks from the way you dress that you like men to notice you in that "worship" sort of way." I was shocked to see Diane pick up Veronica's lead and run with it. We never discussed anything remotely sexually related with others. Suddenly, I was merely a bystander as their conversation picked up steam. "Mmm, you are very astute, Diane. That is precisely what gets my juices flowing; what about you?" "Well, Jack is very adoring, but... Jack, maybe you should cover your ...