Once properly attired, Tulsa was led back out into the main room, where she found the guests sitting around a large banquet table, waiting to be serve... their dinner. Serving, of course, would be Tulsa's job.It was a seven course meal, and each dish was individually delivered by the slave, displaying the appropriate etiquette for the task. A variety of several wines was also offered, and the slave had to return to the kitchen whenever a glass needed to be filled, lest the wine get warm. While. Including, of course, her well manicured and pedicured nails. However, as much as he loved beautiful women, there was one part of a woman's body that he had only recently begun to really appreciate. That was the feet.He had always thought of feet as nasty and off limits. That was until he was watching a porno one night and saw a beautiful woman give a guy a foot job. She stroked his cock using nothing but her pretty little feet. Up and down his shaft, and rubbing the tip with the soles of her. ...i can do it''''its ok im gonna put them in the dryer ''sliding my little boxer down leaving me butt naked''why you hidding, dont be shy ''getting me to remive my hand''oh wow so cute, its so small , you ever tried a cocklette pouch, you must be fitting so well in one'''''get in the shower ill be back''i was under the warm shower when he got backhe got inside the showeri coudnt stop looking at his big black cock dangling toward meholding a very flashy little pink pouch with string''here boy. She was relieved when he was willing to let her start early. He made it sound like she was doing him a favor when she knew it really was the other way around. She felt lost and alone and she hated feeling that way. She knew she had friends she could call, but they were all working right now and she really didn't want to disturb them at work. Besides, she knew the more she talked about what happened the more she would cry; and she hated when she cried.Trisha's cell phone rang, breaking her out.