"Show me how much you want it."She stepped forward so that both of her feet were near us. Jenny and I simultaneously bent forward and began to worship...our Mistress's feet with our mouths and tongues. We continued to prostrate ourselves before her for quite some time, giving ourselves to her, showing our devotion through this submissive act.Eventually, she said, "Enough."We resumed our former positions."Do you submit to me?" Yes, Mistress." Again, our voices were in unison."Will you be my. Enough to burn every inch of my mouth. Enough to kill every last taste bud on my tongue. Enough to make me forget about the intense heat of the liquid and just enjoy the feel of it sliding down my throat. Im not quite sure how or why, but I didnt get burned. Even my taste buds were left intact, which gave them a chance to gorge themselves on the incredibly tasty nectar. It was both sweet and rich in flavor, though I remained unable to tell which flavor it was. It was over in what felt like. But it was normal. Didn’t most young women sow wild oats in college? But Delia had a measure of local fame concerning her past. She was a terrible student. She never passed a chance to party. She’d get led by the nose by horny college boys from one party to the next and got passed around like a soccer ball on a field of marathon sex play. She had no idea how many men she had been with and was frequently interrupted on the street by some man who claimed to have had “a great time” with her.. At least you can die as who you want to be. If they don't sentence you to death then you decide how best to handle it. This is a gift from me to you, as a sort of recognition of your courage and conviction, and also an apology for what I must do."The Captain stood and offered me his hand. I rose and took it, tears in my eyes at his kindness. "Mr. Callaway, it was a pleasure to serve with you," he said. "I'm going to miss having someone of your competence holding the watch as I sleep.".