It is mandatory.You have got to be kidding.That's what makes you so angry.When he first came to feet-biting this private school, he was afraid that this school wouldn't be much different than the public footsie school he went had attended the year prior.He was fucking sexy as hell.He gazed lewdly upon her femdom feet robust body and seeing this Anju started to blush.Sure, she replied to his shock. The mood was lighter and more casual as the minutes slipped away to friendly conversation. His body started warming from my shared heat. Somewhere during our lighthearted exchange, his free footsie hand found its way to the fabric on my pants pocket and it started playing with the seams. I felt fingertips, absentmindedly, tracing the lines of the denim on my thigh, not with the intention to excite, mind you, more like a subconscious desire, to feel, to touch, to communicate, or maybe, they were just moving involuntarily and of their own accord.I felt that heat starting to build again, then a twitch, as the circles, he was now tracing on my leg, were getting closer to the place, where ‘i’ was trapped against my thigh. Slowly, his fingers femdom feet grazed, not lustfully, but inquisitive. Their intention seemed to be on the texture and the feel of the fabric and not on the object so close to them, nor, on the effect they may have had upon it. I felt myself throb and grow. They were having it.I brushed my fingers down his neck, out of either habit and illusion, or curiosity, or want, or need, feet-biting or God knows what the fuck was running through my mind. Whatever the impetus was, they roamed effortlessly, from his shoulder down his arm.