She wanted people to treather special for who she was not how she looked.Maryanne was not vain, but she knew her beauty was breathtaking. Shecould hav... easily been a model, but her dreams did not include herearning money off of her looks. That was why she was so disappointedwhen she ended up being a stripper. Being in that seedy part of theentertainment industry was supposed to be short term. Only to make moneyto pay her way through college, not to be how she made a living. Being astripper was. I started using my thumb to gently massage her clit, and very shortly, I brought her to another, even greater orgasm that had her deep, throaty moans filling the room.This time, she caught my hand and stopped me, then waited while her orgasm faded and her breathing slowed. Finally, she opened her eyes, smiling. “You learned well, my slutty little slave girl. DeCoven wasn’t wasted on you, was it?“Now it’s your turn, liebchen. Turn and grab the edge of the tub, and lift your ass, my little. ” “Alright, Slave, you will bring yourself to orgasm and you will cum on my shoes. I want you to know as you orgasm that you will then have to lick my shoes clean.”She stretched both feet out towards me, her toes pointed and together. I knelt, feeling the pain in my nipples, my beaten and stretched arse, the panties in my mouth, and the hardness of my cock. I gently brought my tender cock back to the brink of orgasm and then cried out as I shot wads of thick cum onto both shoes. I had never. “Turn around, get on your knees and finish me off,” he said, catching his breath. Liz turned around and dropped to her knees. The zip had given a lot more after Mr. Harper’s foray into her breasts and nearly all of her bust was now on display. She took hold of the shaft in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Slowly stroking him, she felt his cock twitch, and even before she had the opportunity to open her mouth, he came. It wasn’t quite as much as earlier; he clearly needed to.