?Please let me be your foot slave.??Do you know what the job is???Yes Mistress. I would be responsible for keeping your feet clean by licking them or ...issing them. And I would have to accept your kicks to my face whenever you feel like it.??You have it all memorized.? Priya said. ?But before I consider you for this job, I want some collateral.??Why, Priya???Well, I am spending my precious time considering you for this job. So I want you to give me something of value that I can keep,. Where was her young knight carrying her?Strange that he had chosen her, she thought. Why, she must be at least twice his age. She was old enough to be his mother. Why ask why, she laughed to herself. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, or a white knight in the, uh, what, she laughed to herself. The cod piece? Just enjoy it.Like he had said, it was going to be a magic night.The hot, rhythmic motion of the horse rubbing against her woman's place was slowly exciting her. She could feel her. "What a lovely cock! What a fucking beautiful cock!" Vickie whispered, curling her fingers around his prick. His cock dangled from the hair of his crotch, its mushroom head glowing in the soft light.She shucked her hand up and down on his prick half a dozen times, judging its weight and girth in her palm. Then she leaned over and licked its head quickly running her tongue up his cock and diddling his tiny piss-slit. Her lips came down over the cock crown and ducked forward, guiding it back over. I will give you 3 hours to arrange and be in my account or I will change it. I hung up. I pictured him ranting and raving, carrying on like a spoilt kid.I continued to clear other emails for clients and completed their web site updated. Heather was in the kitchen. She had put away the dishwasher contents and refilled it as well as clean down the bench. I walked behind her, grabbed her boobs and thrust my hips into her bottom saying “Thank you for doing the kitchen cleanup.” Heather pushed her.