"On your hands and knees," he said. The British accent sounded familiar. I obeyed in a second. "Kiss my feet," he said. I lowered my head to his feet ...nd kissed them lightly, then tenderly, then passionately. I moaned softly as a sign of the arousal I experienced simply from kissing the feet of my master. It was a common slave girl's device to entice a master, but it was also something I felt deep inside me. "Lift your head," he said. I did so. I was still on all fours, now looking ahead at his. I just want to watch."I shrugged. Although it was a little unnerving to have her sitting there watching, I figured I could handle it. I unzipped my slacks and stepped out of them. All I had on were my boxer shorts. I hung my pants on a wooden hanger."You look really great," she said."Maybe you should, um, return the favor?" I thought of Dawn naked. Her breasts and legs and butt and pussy. I began to get erect. The bedsprings squeaked a little as she leaned forward and stared right at my growing. She wasn't wearing any panties. She quivered in apparent ecstasy as I caressed the smooth firmness of her ass."The zipper's at the back," she murmured.The sound of her zipper was extraordinarily loud in my quiet apartment as I loosened her skirt and dropped it to the floor.She herself shrugged out of her blouse after unbuttoning two final buttons. She loosened her hair and set her glasses aside. And when she stood naked in her high heels she said, "Now it's your turn!"I pulled off my shirt as. Harry was great he did all our plumbing his old profession prior to retirement, it normally cost us dinner and a few beers. He was good company and a bit lonely I think since his wife had passed away, he was also very partial to Susan’s chilli con carne. I was deliberately trying to get him on side, as we desperately needed a new shower fitting as our current unit was like standing under a dripping tap. I invited Harry to join us for chilli and beer the following weekend as we approached the.