POV- you're the judge presiding over My divorce court hearing. I ask to meet with you privately to discuss the trial. I want some things changed behind My husband's back. This is all VERY wrong and probably, maybe, most definitely illegal, but you oblige. It's an unusually hot day and I'm dressed in a skimpy, silk red and short dress with ballet flats on. You quickly adjust yourself in your seat. You don't want the boner rising in your pants let her know you're quite the pervert. She's so sexy, the way she talks is so alluring. Is she teasing you? She dangles her shoe then randomly and suddenly asks you if she can take them off. You're stupefied so you just nod, mouth slightly open. She finds lotion you thought you hid, smirks and begins to cream her feet. She notices your disposition change. "Oh...Your Honor! You...like feet?! How simply...beneficial." She laughs and begins to stroke you through your pants. "Let's make a little arrangement, shall we?"
