I know i can not do ANYTHING without your prior permission. I have over 20 years experience at sitting at a womans feet and showing her i am loyal by ...erving her totally.If you wear stockings more often then i know to show you i am thankful that i must lick all of them clean one by one.I understand that i will need to explain the foot diary etc i will keep for thefeet i serve.I am aware that i will dress, do , obey, perform anthing and everthing you ask. I also am aware that if you point i must. ” After a quick, “Yes Master,” she crawled under the table to take her position between my legs, where I then lifted up a little so she could pull off my boxer-briefs. My now swollen cock, happy to be free of its prison, sprang up to slap the underside of the table before being grabbed by my horny slave who whispered, “Mmmm, so big.” Now I’m not overly large or anything, but I do carry a rather respectable, shaven, 7 inch long, 5.5 inch thick cock. Or as my wife likes to describe it to her. Said happenings had to do with the canned peaches coloured nail polish brush Seven wielded in his left hand, the very brush that expertly slashed across her toenails, not even a single drop of paint marred her skin. It was times like these that reminded Sophie that Seven was a robot. If it had been any other ordinary man, she would have guessed half of her foot to be covered in nail polish and the bottle to have been knocked over and leaking its content all over the countertop. Seven’s spare. He then whispered in my ears, “You look fucking hot in this tee. At night I would have fucked you but were sleeping”.To which I replied, “Well, you could have fucked me while I was sleeping.”. Tilak smiled and said, “Surely, I will.”He was in a boxer and I could feel that he was already hard. He then made me turn to make me face the wall, pushed me against the wall, pulled my tees off releasing my body and setting his hard cock in position to fuck my pussy from behind.My boobs were getting.