”She laughed. “Good, get busy. Small pieces.” I started cutting onions, green peppers, mushrooms, and more. She had retrieved spices from a cabi...et and the fridge and was mixing them together with eggs and something thick and white. She started a pot of water heating and was cooking bacon in a large frying pan.I finished cutting and looked at her to do more. She said, “Pour us some coffee and then you can sit down for a bit.” She smiled. “I am guessing that you can butter toast?”“I’m actually. "It doesn't matter you slut, that is for me to touch only." He growled, his grip now tight in my hair. He had a full handful of my ponytail. By now, a warmth had spread through my insides and my pussy was wet with need. Being submissive to him always turned me on. I was never scared he was ever going to actually hurt me and we had safe words in place for if it did go too far. I knew he liked it too, his black cock had hardened under his pants watching me squirm under his grip and I could see. When he finished, he hunched over and wiped the tip of his penis on my nipple before smacking it on my breast like he was trying to get the last drop out of a ketchup bottle.He sighed, "Fuck Baby. You are one hot slut and I love you. God, I'm so glad you are mine. I sat your Sprite on the floor right there when you are ready."I spent the next hour sucking off nine more cocks until my mouth was numb, my pussy was worn out and my arm was tired. I needed a break but I was about to tie my record so. Even my closest friends don't know about my "passion" for the feet. I'm ashamed to tell them.I use every opportunity to see beautiful feet in real life, not just on photos on the internet. In the summer I walk with my eyes fixed on the ground and trying to catch the girls' feet in sandals and flip flops. I always regret how short these moments are, I would like them to last longer ... Only how? I can't ask someone to show me his feet up close. It would be weird, after that ... I really don't.