“What did I tell you not to do?” The first voice asked from beside her. She guessed he was the one holding her throat.“Make noise,” she whispe...ed, heart thundering in her chest.“And what did you do?” A hand wrapped around her braid, forcing her head back even as her throat was held tight, keeping her in place.“Made noise,” she whimpered. Both hands tightened and she squeezed her eyes shut.“And what do you think should happen, when somebody doesn’t do what they’re told?” The man asked. She could. “Kiss,” Mistress Mimosa commanded, her left black boot replacing her right in front of my face.I happily obeyed again, placing my lips softly against the left boot to give it a kiss. Once my lips parted from the boot, my mistress placed her boot against my chest. Her push was forceful but only enough to clearly indicate what she wanted. I followed the force of her boot and moved onto my back, lying flat on the cold, cement floor.My mistress moved with her heavy boot steps to my head, stepping. My Dad overheard our conversation and he busted out laughing as usual and teased me about “going to jail”. But man, Janice had physically developed so quickly she looked sixteen or s*******n.So for the next few years Janice was “off limits” to me that’s for sure. However, I had no shortage of women in my young life. Now I’m a very good looking guy and since age 15 I have been fucking women from age 16 to 35, so I knew what I was doing when it came to sex. Kathy the thirty-five year old friend. The 8 of them went down a hallway. I had been generous with my waitress, and when she came by again, I said softly that if she could get me in the room the people from that table went, I'd give her $40. She looked around and said the room was impossible, but if I just wanted to watch, that could be arranged. I said sure that'd work. She told me to go to the mensroom, wait until four quick knocks and be ready to move fast. I did as I was told and she did as she said. She unlocked what appeared.