“I better be going”, I told her. “Hey its ok, “I am not here to give you any shit, I just wanted to say Hi, and maybe eat your pussy again”....My eyes grew wide, Oh shit! came from my mouth in a low tone she could still hear. This woman was getting me wet right there in the store, “ eat my pussy!” my breathing became short and she said, “did it feel good playing with yourself back there Jean ?” I knew, I just knew someone was listening” I said to her. “Did you enjoy listening to me”, I said in a. "Go get some flats for yoursister to try on, please," Mom told her. She returned in a few secondswith a pair of low-heeled white shoes that I tried to put on, but theywere too small for my feet."I guess that means I can't go to church," I said hopefully."Not so fast," Mom said. She went into her closet and came out with apair of white high heeled shoes. "These only have a two inch heel,let's see how they look on you." She knelt down in front of me andguided my feet into her heels. They were. She imagined all of these men masturbating over her as she vigorously touched herself and the mere thought of it sent a primal shudder of lust to enshroud her. Damien smirked as he lowered himself to her face to kiss her deeply, tasting himself in the process. He flickered his tongue into her mouth and she wrapped her arms around his waist as she ground her crotch against his warm, wet and erect cock.“I want to fuck this pussy in private,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ll fuck you in every. Frigging myself in front of the two guys was humiliating. Alone, in my bed area, it was not. I was attempting to wrest my own control but that was apparently not allowed, by what mechanism, I had no idea. But it was clear, I could not do what needed to be done by myself.A good little whore knows that all of her pleasure comes from her Master.There it was. That word... Master... that had been flitting in and out of my mind, starting to take root.The little shit had absolute control over me,.