"Hurry now, pet, I'm waiting." "Yes, Miss." John reached down and closed his hands around one perfect foot, sighing to himself as he did. At last, he ...hought with relief, I'm touching her. He rubbed in gentle but firm circles, taking care to stroke each toe, smiling to himself at the contented sigh he elicited from her. He finished one foot, then pampered the other, and then needed more oil to continue on her legs. As before, he squeezed some into his hand and warmed it up. He shifted to the. Jane opened her mouth to speak again, but the mistress effortlessly slapped her cheek. Jane sprawled several feet away, the candle dropping to the ground but stayed lit.The naked beauty motioned to the stunned woman. Seconds later a grey figure approached Jane. The six-foot creature had small bat wings, a wide mouth full of long sharp teeth, a muscular torso but small thin legs and arms, and claws on both hands and feet. A gargoyle! The beast grabbed the mature woman in one hand and reached for. Trousers so tight that every crease and fold was clearly visible for all to see. And we saw. We certainly saw.And she knew very well that we saw the very shape of her, apparently, bald quim. The softness of her sex lips. The slit of her most sexual, her most intimate and private place so clearly, so blatantly on view. The camel toe. Every minute, square millimetre of it.The view from behind equally as exciting. Those slacks hugged the curves of her backside so closely. The sway of those hips. “That’s for you” I explained to him,”normally we would use a safe-word, an obscure word that if you were to speak it, would let me know that whatever was happening was too much and you had to stop, or at least pause. Since you’re not going to have much of a chance to be talking you’ll hold the ball and if what I’m doing to you becomes more than you can take, just signal by dropping the ball. Understand?” Looking up he answered in the affirmative and holding the ball in his left hand and began.