“Excellent. Is there anything else I need to know?”“No. May I ask you a personal question?” she asked somewhat hesitantly.“Go ahead.”“I ...ormally meet my clients several times before a closing. If it isn’t in person, then it is usually by telephone or email. I didn’t even know you existed until late last night when Mr. Goldberg called me at home and asked me to handle the closing.”“Mr. Goldberg is a friend of my family,” Carl said anticipating her question. He gave her his most charming smile.“I. ‘Speak up slave, I can’t hear you’. ‘Please Madam, may Your slave remove the food from Your Shoes’ Slowly I lifted my shoe toe, (it must have seemed ages for my slave, kneeling under the table), so it could carefully slide the burger off my heel. Slave placed the now cold, soggy burger on the bare table. Sitting down again, I watched my slave staring at it, with the heel hole neatly pierce through the middle. I picked up the paper cup and knocked the remaining fries onto the floor with my. I felt his fat wet tongue stab at my little hole going in and out licking my cunt enjoying how i tasted. "You little slut, you got me hard. Now i have to teach you what big girls do when they make men hard like this." He ripped off the duct tape leaving a thick red stripe over my lips and chin and untied my wrists."Undo my shorts cunt." My little hands reached out and unbuttoned his shorts as my arms and body shook in the process. He ordered me to pull out his massive cock he moaned as my hands. He'd sucked Kevin'scock for a bit too, though Kevin was not allowed to cum, but stayed on thehonor system, not using a chastity tube.Gareth had then given Kevin an expertmuscle rub all over his body. He'd lent Kevin the keys to his Masterati aswell, so Kevin could go out later on to wherever writers go for inspiration.WhilstKevin was at the local coffeehouse discussing Proust or whatever, Gareth spentthe hours between nine and twelve on housework. Washing windows, cleaning the attic, scrubbing.