I don’t think I could have managed on my own.” He blurted. A mischievous thought had been developing in my mind. “Well you better show me how gr...teful then.” I said, with a little menace. Giles looked puzzled. “How?” he asked. “Come with me,” I replied and led him by the hand to the bedroom. There I lay him on his back, on the bed. I straddled him and positioned myself over his face. He had a look of surprise, even shock. “Lick my cunt!” I instructed, thrusting myself onto him so that he had no. No, I went a month ago, just before football ended. I'd hurt my ankle and he took an x-ray. But an x-ray wouldn't show a tumor or anything like that. Would it? And people don't get tumors in their ankles. I was pretty sure they didn't.But if I wasn't dying, it had to be somebody close. Mom, or Dad, or Traci. They all looked good. Traci couldn't be dying; she went to a dance last night."You haven't touched your food," Mom accused."Sorry, I was thinking." I picked up a fork, and started pushing. I tell you to get undressed and to slip on the garments lying across the chair. Yes mistress, you say. You remove your pants, shirt, underwear and socks and slip into the dog collar, crotchless and assless underwear. I tell you to come kneel before hands behind your back and kiss and lick my feet and beg for forgiveness. I stress to you NO TOUCHING except with your lips and tongue to my feet should you break the rule you'll be punished.You get down on your knees in front of my feet and start. You don't want to have to go looking for another yogurt do you?"Oh No. Had he seen that too? Yes. Of course he had. He knew she had soiled her saree with Fitzroy's cum. Knew how she had tried to cover it up. That had worked for on her way home, but it would never work for a day at the office. She couldn't take any chances. She would have to disrobe to do the nasty deed.Raising from the chair, the defeated woman began to slowly remove her saree. Her attempt to turn her back was thwarted when.