She was dressed in a dark skirt and matching jacket. Under the jacket she wore a silk blouse. She looked like a business woman who was shopping for ne... shoes after work. The store was empty except for Jen and the salesman.Jen slipped off her heels and placed her foot on the measuring scale. The young salesman measured her foot, and asked her to put her other foot on the scale. As Jen raised her foot, her toes brushed against the young man's hand. The contact was momentary, and Jen pretended. She told him shyly, she never had got her ass fucked by her husband. That gave Nil a clue to convince her more. Then he turned her, she lay on the back on her stomach, and then he put my middle finger in her ass slowly. She felt nice this gave her some courage. He asked her for some oil. She took the bottle of vatika hair oil and gave it to Nil. But before he could fuck her asshole he asked her give him a arousing blowjob. She did it very nicely and he felt like he was in the seventh heaven. In. He was sure that Sampson was sniggering beside him. He then got a picture in his head. “Oh, Gods no; Sampson, you are never doing that,” he said in horror, as he shuddered.“What did he say?” Paige asked as she eyed the big Cuttail with awe.“He sent me a picture of him licking the sole of my bare foot,” Collin said with another shudder, as they others laughed.Food then took precedence, and everyone ignored the fact that Collin and Trae were happily feeding Samson too. They were all a little. Dirty, and owned. Like, I know it’s not a reward, nor is it gentle, but it’s rather there to put me in place and make sure I’ll be your servant in all things, even if it’s to drink down your pee.”I sat back down in my own chair and smiled at her, my pussy still slightly wet, leaving a small stain on my lap. “This is going to be a wonderful trip, slave,” I said, rubbing across my breasts, feeling turned on by her presence, her submissive ways and her fingers sliding in and out of her.