Little foot-fun to to loosen up the situation pt. 1

– Better start eating, let's remember not to waste food

Olivia honestly didn't want to go back to eating this unsuccessful meal "because of her", but returning to her previous resolution she knew she had to. She also thought that maybe eating would distract her attention, that she was still in despair about the fact that her husband would be gone for a long time again. Otto reveled in watching his **** take bite after bite, and her face, despite being grimaces of disgust, still looked sweet and innocent. However, time passed, and Otto got a little bored of watching it, even if the view was still captivating. Olivia took small bites because she didn't like it, which caused the eating to last longer. However, eating it didn't help at all to forget the fact that Mark was gone.

–"How could he do that, I haven't seen him for so long. His own son comes over and he pulls such stunts" - she looked at this piglet - "it's good that Dave is still there for company, he even waits politely for me to finish eating, what a gentleman"

Otto was bored playing with his cutlery when it suddenly fell off and fell under the table

– I'll take it

Then he huddled under the table. She didn't even hear or notice Otto, she was staring dead at the meal (which means she still couldn't notice the second "bad" sauce: color, texture and pubes), with her thoughts somewhere else. When the fat guy found himself under the table, he saw something he could actually have some fun with for the moment. Olivia's smooth, well-groomed feet. Her feet are a haven of perversion. The soles, smooth and wet with sweat, stirred the heat of desire, sweet wrinkles that begged to be explored, licked and kissed, every line and crevice an invitation to sensual exploration. The toes, slender and long, tempted with their appearance, and the shiny nails cried out to be pulled, sucked and even swallowed. The heels, soft and juicy, yearned for brutal blows, hard kisses and deep bites that would make her body tremble with unbridled pleasure. They played with each other as if it were another way for her to distract herself from the fact of what she was eating. She rubbed them together and bent her toes and exposed her wrinkles. He had already licked them once, but why not a second time and also so that they would help his growing friend who was hardening in the pervert's crotch. He massaged his crotch as he watched those tootsies play with each other, curled up against each other and massaged each other. They were one after another as if the first one was standing to defend and the second one was a bit shy. It's so sexy.

– "Enough being passive, time to attack"

As Olivia ate she was still fighting not to say enough and allow herself to eat it, suddenly she felt a strange feeling on her sole. A strange discomfort and shiver ran through her. A strange feeling running along her sole from top to bottom. Otto was simply stroking her foot with the fork's tines. Olivia instead of moving away from the table stayed in her very close to the table, but she decided to fight the unknown feeling. She bent her feet in snake-like-wave movements, as if she wanted to push the intruder away, but Otto was just teasing her feet and kept scratching her soles. You could say that her attempts to defend herself actually caused her to impale herself on the fork's tines, and the pervert took advantage of it and had a great time with every second. He liked it the most when she bent her toes inwards, causing sweet wrinkles, which he would scrub from top to bottom, giving Olivia new strange sensations. He also liked to poke her heels in the tines. Suddenly she noticed that "Dave" was no longer sitting in front of her, surprised she said,

– Dave, where are you? - there was no answer, but she felt that the attack on her feet intensified - are you under the table?

– Yes, what? - he said it so simply

– And what are you doing there?

– I'm just looking for a fork because it fell on the floor

– Okay - it was an excuse even if a dumb one, but she had to ask - and by any chance you're not touching my feet?

– No, why would I?

– Because you know... akhem... - she didn't want to sound weird, because he was right. Why would he touch her feet, it was pointless. The skin on the soles of the feet is very sensitive, and in Olivia's case, her whole body was already very sensitive - I have some strange feelings

– Maybe this is numb

– M-maybe - it was hard for her to talk to someone she couldn't even see, and from her position at the table she couldn't see what was going on underneath, so she had to agree with this verdict who was down here

– Let me help you

– Wait, what are you doing? Ooh - she felt relieved

– I'll massage your feet, after all we have to help each other. Do you feel better now?

– Yes

Otto put his greasy hands on her feet, taking the fork away, thus confirming to Olivia that it was numbness in her feet. However, the relief quickly turned into another discomfort, because Otto didn't know anything about massage and really just crushed her feet with his fingers. Olivia didn't know if that felt better or worse, so she tried to say

– I feel better now, Dave, thank you

The squeezing of her feet didn't stop though, she was a little disoriented

– Dave?

– Better safe than sorry. Numb feet, especially on delicate ones like yours, are very worrying. I'll massage you for a while to make sure everything is okay and it won't happen again.

– Are you sure, because I really do feel better - she wanted to get rid of the overwhelming feeling of his hands on her feet

– Trust me, it's for your good and you better get back to eating, because I think you're not done yet

– "He's right"