She could feel his amusement as she struggled with the tab while wearing the long, maroon, square-tipped press-on nails which she had been ordered to ...ut on. Finally she popped it open and poured it in, handing it to her Master.”Thank you, sissy. How are your feet, sissy?”“Sir, a bit sore, Sir.”“Why don’t you kneel for a bit,” he said, pointing down at his feet. “After all, we don’t want achy feet do we?”“Sir, no Sir,” she replied, kneeling at his feet.”Take off my shoes,” he commanded. She. I froze and tried to look at my watch and hoped he wouldn't notice my shoes. No luck...as he passed I heard him snicker. My face turned red and I quickly moved to her door. I knocked on the door and waited.After a moment, the door opened and there stood Janet. She was wearing a white, wife beater teeshirt and a pair of men's briefs...she held a cigerette in her right hand. She said,"You're are late...I called the agency for a slut over an hour ago and I am waiting." I saw the game here and I. She felt each blow and like her ass was on fire. By the time the whipping stopped, Alice had started groaning with each stroke. Mr. Benton ordered her to spread her legs, which she did without hesitation. Alice felt a trickle of her own juices rolling down the inside of her thigh. She heard Mr. Benton's zipper and waited, filled with a curious combination of terror and anticipation, which confused her."Please, I don't want to get pregnant," Alice whimpered.Mr. Benton ignored her and lined his. I loved they way she kept her eyes on me smiling while she was telling me how great it felt. She spread her legs allowing me to hold them against my chest driving my cock deeper into her.She was telling me to fuck her harder ,biting her lip and moving her head from side to side. As I continued to pound her through several orgasms I watched her cheeks getting redder and her breaths were shorter and faster. I would sure have liked to eat her through a couple of her orgasms like I have done so.