A few weeks ago I received a call from my Mom' telling me about the new cleaning woman she just hired. She raved about this woman, and she had passed the "white glove" test, but most of all what a beautiful young Latin woman she was. I told her to give her my name and address and send her over to clean my house. She came over today, and was I surprised! You talk about a Latin Beauty! She was 5'5", about 120lbs, dark tan, long jet black hair, beautiful brown eyes, and a killer smile. As soon as she came in she took off her sneakers and went right to work. A few minutes into her cleaning she took off her socks and was working barefoot. Not only was she beautiful, but she had real sexy feet.
After a few hours she took a short break. She was sitting in my kitchen with her feet on one of the chairs. I went into the kitchen to ask her if she wanted anything to eat or drink and she said all she wanted to do was relax for a few. We chatted for a while and when I went to get something out of the fridge' I reached down and tickled her barefeet. She let out a loud laugh and said "I like that". I asked her if she wanted me to keep tickling her feet and she said "OK". I ran into my den, got a feather that I kept in the drawer of my desk, and went back into the kitchen. She picked her feet off the chair, I sat down and she placed them across my lap. I then tickled her feet with the feather and she began to laugh even harder then before, not moving an inch. I tickled her feet on and off for about a half an hour allowing her to catch her breath. After a half an hour she told me to stop that she couldn't take it anymore, and that she was going to "wet her pants".
She finished up cleaning, and told me she was looking forward to cleaning my house again. She gathered her cleaning materials and was walking out the door when she gave me a kiss on the cheek and whipsered in my ear that she liked having her feet tickled by me and looks forward to me tickling them next time she comes over.
I scheduled another appointment in two weeks.
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After a few hours she took a short break. She was sitting in my kitchen with her feet on one of the chairs. I went into the kitchen to ask her if she wanted anything to eat or drink and she said all she wanted to do was relax for a few. We chatted for a while and when I went to get something out of the fridge' I reached down and tickled her barefeet. She let out a loud laugh and said "I like that". I asked her if she wanted me to keep tickling her feet and she said "OK". I ran into my den, got a feather that I kept in the drawer of my desk, and went back into the kitchen. She picked her feet off the chair, I sat down and she placed them across my lap. I then tickled her feet with the feather and she began to laugh even harder then before, not moving an inch. I tickled her feet on and off for about a half an hour allowing her to catch her breath. After a half an hour she told me to stop that she couldn't take it anymore, and that she was going to "wet her pants".
She finished up cleaning, and told me she was looking forward to cleaning my house again. She gathered her cleaning materials and was walking out the door when she gave me a kiss on the cheek and whipsered in my ear that she liked having her feet tickled by me and looks forward to me tickling them next time she comes over.
I scheduled another appointment in two weeks.
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