cute teacher...cute feet...cruel intentions

Here I come with another student teacher foot fetish story.The story is real but  to make it more interesting i have edited it nicely.The story is of 8th class student Anuraag Tripathi and her science teacher Manjusha Mishra.Read the experience of anuraag and enjoy it....plzzz do comment if u like and do click on my adss.....[see above the post heading and on right hand side square block]......GOOOO ON......

 I was in 8th grade, I liked female feet even from the age of 5. However,something interesting happened in the last period of the day (8th period) and I was having a Motion lesson at school. My School was extra tough because I had go to a Grammar school, so you got around double the times the amount of work as others. Therefore, if you get distracted by the beautiful female feet of your teacher and dream about being her slave, you will slip behind in your academics . But it was the last period of the day and I thought why not!? So I took a  look down at my teacher's feet and my heart stopped for 2 seconds. My physics teacher had the most perfect feet in comparison to other school teachers. She was also the most strict and beautiful. My teacher even kept a small stool for people to sit next to her desk in order to sit on and be humiliated if they misbehaved. Each toe of hers was perfectly painted in a rich red, full of quality and colour, showing from the tips of the high heels. And unlike the other teachers she dangled them like crazy. She had long dark brown hair along with sexy long legs and a very dominant (but beautiful) face. Anyway, we were in the lesson and we were discussing in class about Motrion . We talked about eyes and height etc... and then she reached the subject of feet. She drew two big feet on the board and showed us how there were two main different types of feet. One where the big toe was biggest, and the other where the middle toe was biggest. There were only about 15 people in the class (half the class) as the rest were doing a school activity they were chosen for so I had a much better view of her feet. Next she told us all to take our own shoes and socks off to see what type of feet we had. I thought I saw a mischevious smile play on her face when she saw us all take our shoes off. She went along looking at our feet commenting about what type they were. When she reached me, I still had my socks on so she asked me why I was hiding them. I said there was no need to show them