" He grasped my hand firmly and held it longer than usual.We made small talk and he got off on 6 and I continued up to 8. God he was cute, I thought t... myself. He was in his early 30's, thin, but muscular, dark hair and great eyes.We'd see each other here and there, he was always friendly, always striking up a conversation with me about this or that, but always seemed to be interested in a bit more than conversation, but I could never be sure.One night I was out at the bar dressed to meet. As a standing order I have to put on inviting dark red lipstick and polish my fingernails with a matching colour. The only footwear I am allowed to put on are red pumps or pumps made out of steel with high heels, locked around my ankles so that they cannot be removed. If not ordered otherwise I have to present myself in this outfit, too, whenever they order me to come to their place. Whenever the MISTRESSES so like, I have to put on steel punishment pumps, which either have so lengthy heels. Repairing the damage had to wait until I had more editing slots. However, I could have fun with Kyleigh right now.“Yeah, let’s go talk over...” I looked around. “Over here.” I nodded to my reverend. “Glad you understand.”“Your dedication to your students is an inspiration, Steve,” said the reverend, giving me a smile. He had no idea.I took Kyleigh’s hand and I pulled her towards the backroom. She giggled behind me as we passed the other members of church attending the Sunday evening service. I. Cortez stood behind him. He knelt down to eat the substantial cakes. “Ooh, nigga,” whined the titleholder. “Eat that faggot ass pussy!”“Mmhmm,” moaned the water treatment plant manager.“I need you to fuck me, baby!”Cortez stood. He buried himself to the hilt. He kneaded the generous, pliable cheeks as he delivered metered, full strokes. “Dammit, nigga! That dick feels so good,” shrieked the elephantine goddess of a man.“Hell! This pussy feels good, faggit! Take that dick!”Cortez picked up the.