#383665 - Whilst she lay back on the metal table, he stood, sliding his hand along the bottom of her leg, he reached her foot, pulling away the small sock that clung to it, planting a kiss on the top of it, licking down to her toes, and sucking on the largest one, she put her head back, letting out an evocative moan, she had never responded this way to someone sucking her toes, she gasped as he ran his tongue along the creases on the bottom of her foot, something about this experience made every touch between them sensual. Peter closed the doors behind her. Walter Bishop turned to look at her impatiently as he prepped the computers, he didn’t seem happy about the arrangement; Olivia wished she had worn a vest.