I walk in, take him out without a word, and start working him with my hand .. direct, in control, without asking. But that’s not enough for me. I slide him between my nylon-covered foot and my high heel, teasing him, making him desperate. Then I ask the question he’s dying to hear: Should I milk him with my perfect nylon feet? Of course, he wants it – and I take my time, edging him closer with every movement until there’s no turning back. In the end, everything ends up exactly where it belongs ... all over my nylon feet