Foottease Landlady
Ariel Anderssen
You, young man, are late with the rent. Again. Clearly, you can't afford this lovely room in my property! Fortunately, I'm VERY kind. I'm going to make you an offer - reduced rent in exchange for regular foot massages from you. Does that appeal? I'm wearing sheer tan pantyhose with mini skirt and silk blouse, and my deliciously wrinkled soles are clearly having a remarkable effect on you. I'm rather delighted, and order you to masturbate for me; it makes me feel so good to have such power over you and I'm soon ordering you around mercilessly - almost as though I'd planned it all along to make you my foot slave. Naturally, you won't be allowed to orgasm until you're totally compliant to my wishes, and to ensure your obedience, I even strip off my pantyhose so you can see my highly arched feet in their fully nude glory. I hope you'll enjoy your orgasm, since you'll be wearing a chastity device from now on, to ensure my power over you is complete
The consummate foot model returns with yet another scintillating script, carried off with absolutely devastating aplomb. How Miss Anderssen manages to get inside the head of a randy young foot lover and blow the lid on his deepest desires is one of life's beautiful mysteries. (How she manages to make a demand to 'wank' one's cock in front of her sound utterly reasonable is another.) This video is meant to be savoured. The setting of the scene is delightful, the sexual tension so completely believable. Never in my life have I wanted to be transported so badly to a bed and breakfast. Once the young lodger's stomach lurches (and honestly, whose wouldn't?) at the sight of his landlady's phenomenal expanse of wrinkled pantyhose, she knows full well how best to winkle the rent out of him in the coming weeks (though with this type of arrangement I'm sure it would be an adolescent halcyon staying on much longer). There is intimacy and play in this setup. Closed in the room, the rest of the house folk unaware of this moment, the super-arched, balletic proffering of soles belonging to the most proper of English landladies suddenly pressed into his gawping, disbelieving mug, his heart thuds violently. What makes Miss Anderssen's scripts different is the manner in which they sound like spur of the moment inspirations, one after another occurring by virtue of her gentle, elegant persuasiveness. This is masterful foot fetish material; I cannot recommend it highly enough.
