Obey

Camilla's authoritative mom-voice clearly demonstrates how she's manage to deal with two rambunctious teenagers, and before you even realize it, you've already crawled halfway under the table.

And just in time, because you now hear both her daughters return.

"Hey! Where did cutie go?" Charlotte (you assume) says. Suddenly you're yanked forward, and look down to see Camilla's flexible toes grabbing the neck of your shirt. You awkwardly scramble on your hands and knees as she pulls you closer.

"I'm afraid he went to his room.." Camilla lies. Importance of honesty indeed, "he seemed completely knackered, poor dear."

Her foot nimbly finds it's way underneith your shirt and caresses your bare chest possessively. Her toes draws eights over your skin, circling your nipples, when she suddenly flicks one. A low hiss escapes you.

"Now, girls, finish your meals." She says loudly enough to cover the sound. Obviously Cathy and Charlotte are not that keen to let you go, "You can play more with our guest.. later."

For now Camilla seems content to be the one doing the teasing. Her foot starts to make its way lower and lower. Inching towards your eagerly waiting, rock hard cock; you shiver with anticipation.

She offers one tantalizingly slow, indescribably gratifying stroke. From base to tip, nuzzling your sensitive head against the arch of her smooth nylonclad foot.

Then she leaves your dick, aching with frustration and raw need, to rest her toes persuasively against your lips.

It is easy to figure out that she expects you to service her feet but your gaze travels up her long legs, under her skirt where stockings give way to creamy flesh and you notice.. not only is she not wearing any panties, she is positively drenched in arousal. Obviously you're not the only one hopelessly turned on by the situation.

This may be your chance to go on the offensive.