"Thank you for coming over, sweetie. Yeah, I know your husband thinks you are at work this morning. That's funny. He's not the brightest bulb in the socket is he? That's what you get for marrying an NFL player who barely got through college. Yeah, you two have the money, but you told me straight up that's why you married his big fat ass. That's funny. Yeah, it's true. It's true. II know. he has a thing for your feet just like I do. He's super foot fetish, I get it. But like you said, nobody does your feet like I do. And I know you said a lot of men have had your feet back when you were playing the field. Well, now you are going to have some more of my special treatment all morning long. Then we are going to go out for a light lunch and a little drinkie drink. Then back here to my condo for some more feet fun and then I am going to fuck you like an animal. Pound pussy. With your husband away on the road, in London all all places, that jackass ain't gonna know shit. And Monica has your back at the office. Remember, you are at the investors meeting until 1PM. Then lunch. So you call his dumb ass about 3 or so, and say you are headed into the marketing meeting. You can call on your cell while I uh, shall we say, prepare the play room. Then tonight when you go home, call him on your landline. Say you are going to your friend Marley's to stay there because you feel safer. And then get your pretty feet back her about 11PM and we will play house all night with you, me, and Monica. Marley has your back. He will never know a thing. Hmmm.....put that pretty foot up. That's right. Let me just admire thsoe toes. Ohhhhhhh....mmmmmm......they smell like vanilla. My dick is hard."