Zena is wearing nude pantyhose and I love the way she looks today. Although she doesn’t seem to notice me admiring her, she is aware that I am watching every one of her moves. Her legs seem so soft and silky that I can hardly stay away and not touch Zena’s feet. From time to time she is smiling as if a wonderful memory has slipped through mind. I am getting closer to her and I can almost feel the warmth of her skin and the scent of her feet. The thought that I can kiss her soles makes me horny and anxious. Zena is pushing one of her feet in front of me asking for a special treat and I am happy to obey.