And yet, I could not stop staring at them while she taunted me. She was laying back so her feet were my main focus. She was spreading her delicious to...s, scrunching them, and wiggling the toes. Her toenails were painted a fucking sexy, glossy shade of solid black, and the pantyhose somehow made her feet look even softer and sexier, even though they were absolutely filthy and obviously unwashed. “Do you like how they look, footstool?” “Yes,” I meekly replied. “Yes? Yes what, you dirty foot boy?”. So many of her friends and colleagues told her it was such a shame that she did not see it as most people did because she was such an attractive woman and had so much to offer.She was 5'6" tall, auburn shoulder length hair, beautiful face, hourglass figure with C-cup tits and an almost perfect pair of legs. She turned heads with her looks, figure, and perfect, professional wardrobe. Men constantly tried to take her out, made passes at her, and otherwise fawned over her at dinner parties,. A ball-gag was pushed into my mouth and secured, by someone but I had no way of knowing which of the five people in the room it was, then secured tightly. “We don’t want to upset the neighbours with your cries...do we BITCH...they may want to come round and fuck my BITCH themselves...” Mistress Alyson laughingly explained.I then felt with some relief fingers beginning to rub lubricant on my arse, then pushing into my hole mixing the lubricant with the cum still seeping from me. There was no. I cut the two shoulder straps of your bra, allowing me to pull the tattered garment free, releasing your big, firm, breasts. Your engorged nipples spring to life, as I slide my hands around your torso to cup these delightful orbs. My loins are pressing hard against your encased bottom. My big cock is uncomfortable as it swelling to new propotions in my tight jeans. I sense you quiver again, a slight pressure as you press your firm buttocks against my cock. With your fear, I also sense your.