My first language is not English, so I apologize. This is only one of many weird incidents in my life, and I will keep writing as long as people choose to read my story. I hope you enjoyed it. Please be advised that this material is highly graphic and may not be suitable for all audiences.  
CHAPTER 04

My lawyer Frederick
  Around 3:00 PM, I had an appointment with the lawyer; we went to my room and he introduced himself as Frederick, but told me that I could call him Fred. He basically told me, that all my uncle had was mine, the only thing was that I could not sell the place or get any of the principal money out of the bank until I was 55 years old, but the monthly interest was very, very comfortable, all the taxes for the place were taken care of, as well as the salaries for at least four people.

I inquired, "So that after my uncle, I can establish how much Joann and Karen are paid?"

Fred said, "Well, you can do that right now; everything is under your name; you can have four people all together to be paid as much as Joann's salary; she is paid much more than Karen; your uncle thought maybe, you would like to hire, up to four people, including a chauffeur and a chef; he knows you dislike driving."

I inquired, "You mean I can get rid of Joann and Karen right now?"

Fred replied, "Sure, if you like."

I asked, "Do they know that?"

Fred said, "Of course not." Whatever happens to them will always pass through me. You do not need to be involved at all. There is also a budget for groceries and other expenditures, such as utilities and energy, which Joann manages unless you want it under your supervision from now on.

I shook my head and replied, "No, Joann is fine; is there anything else?"

Fred stated, "Also, the sum designated for four people is in your possession. You can pay all four the same amount as Joann or as little as Karen and retain the difference. You can alter the number of workers and their salaries as you see fit. I will provide you a report card each month."

I nodded affirmatively, and he removed an envelope from his briefcase and said, "Now about your allowance; it will be transferred into your account weekly."

He handed me a new chequebook, as well as my new gold credit card and a new bank card, and said, "There is nothing to worry about; everything has been taken care of; your account is linked to your credit card, and every month it will clear your credit card automatically; if you need cash, you can simply write yourself a check, use your bank card, or even your credit card for a cash advance."

He grinned and said, "If you want to make a significant purchase, such as a car or a house, simply tell me and I will handle the banking; you may live a very lavish and comfortable life if you do not want to do anything extravagant."

I asked, "What about your salary?"

Fred added, "I have also been taken care of. You can always rely on me for anything. I can be both your accountant and your lawyer. Your uncle is a firm yet caring man."

He then smiled boldly and said, "I can also be a valued ally. Remember, I am your lawyer, and your secrets are always safe with me."

He handed me his card and added, "If anything." Call me if you need anything and consider me a problem solver."

We shook hands, and he went.

That would change everything if Joann needed this job; she would need me. One thing is certain: I would not change anything as long as my uncle was around.

  
Joann and I went more or less the same way until Friday; I was basically jerking off like before, but on a daily basis rather than just on weekends, and I was eating her cum and consuming the expelled thick fluids and discharge that came out of her; she would drive me insane, and she wanted me to control myself and not cum.

I was only allowed to jerk off sucking on her dirty socks and panties; I could not cum while kissing her feet or eating her pussy. I got to eat a lot of the thick fluids that were expelled out of her every day, or sometimes twice a day, and then lick her clean; I loved her taste and wanted to please her in any way I could. Joann had to leave on Friday evening, but there were no dirty socks or panties left for me; we used them every day.

Before Joann departed, she let me jerk off licking her feet and cummed by discharging a massive load of her fluids into my mouth, which she then allowed me to jerk off swallowing.

I was not sure how I was going to wait until Monday.

Joann responded, "Do not worry, phase 3 will begin on Monday night."

I asked, "Phase 3? What happens to phase 2?"

She giggled and continued, "Are not you consuming my cum and discharge every day?"
 

I answered, "Yes."

She stated, "Ingesting my sweat was step one; ingesting my cum and discharge was phase two."

I asked, "So, what is Phase 3?"

She added, "I am not going to spoil the surprise for you," and winked.

She smiled at me and said, "I know you will be without my flavour until Monday."

As she pulled on her socks, she added, "I promise, I am not even putting my boots off."

As she pulled on her boots, she remarked, "Even when I go to bed, so Monday morning you will have a strong aroma and taste of me on my socks to appreciate."

Then she kissed me and departed.

 

I felt sad, but the thought that Joann would wear her boots all weekend just so I could enjoy her sweaty socks on Monday morning was really something.

I was not sure what to do with the weekend without Joann's laundry.

Saturday, by noon, I was going insane, so I did something I would never done before: I took a couple of shots of whisky and grabbed one of my uncle's packs of smokes; the alcohol helped to numb my head a little.

But missing Joann and not having a sexual outlet was killing me; after a few years, this was my first weekend without Joann's taste; perhaps she did this to remind me of how hooked I am to her and how much I want her; I honestly could not fathom my life without her.

I suddenly remembered something. Joann's clogs were in her room, and she did not leave her room with luck.

Her clogs should have enough of her feet taste for me to jerkoff, so I went downstairs, grabbed some paper towels, and dashed to Joann's room, where her clogs were beside her uniform. I got on my knees and began to lick inside her clogs, where her heel would have been had a darker imprint, and I could taste and smell her feet on them. I came hard two times, licking them back to back.

When I returned to my room, I realized that I had exhausted my main sexual outlet for Joann and needed to distract myself, so I drank some more whisky and attempted to nap.