Her toenails were painted pink. The smell of her feet being in her shoes for a couple hours wafted through me, and inflated my cock.My heart started t...umping from the excitement. If you've ever seen nice Asian feet, you'd know what I'm talking about."Ever had a foot massage before?" I asked. She nodded, "My boyfriend gives them to me." That turned me on even more. It meant she was receptive to this type of treatment. Debbie lay back on the couch and enjoyed the massages. She purred as I kneaded. She was excited at the prospect of making a lot of money for us, especially because of Glenn’s less threatening approach, and the fact that I was agreeable to it.Maria had been working at the bar for two years. Because of her seniority and popularity, it was easy for her to rearrange her schedule to get off on Friday night. The agreement was that she would be paid five hundred dollars for being the waitress for the card game, plus any tips for extra services. That’s more than she makes on most. I have guest rooms down there, movie room and bar with pool table. Then upstairs to the main floor and connecting garage, then upstairs loft which is the master suite. It overlooks the grand room downstairs from my king bed. I can see down but no one cal really see up until they get to the second floor. It is all one space with bathroom, shower tub all open air with windows all around. “The woods are my privacy curtains” I said as she walked through the open space. She sat down on the edge. I schooled my face to impassiveness, and watched her show.She reached me and dropped her face to my shoes, carefully not touching them, but hovering above."Your slavegirl asks to kiss your feet, Master", she said in a breathy voice. "Please"I sighed, as if it was a huge imposition, and said "Very well".She dropped the last inch and started showering kisses on shoes, til I lightly put my hand on the back of her head, stopping her."This bitch thanks you for touching her, Master", she said,.