?I mean, how is that possible???I?ve had thousands of men under these beautiful feet. I would know.? Priya said. ?Plus, you are one overconfident son ...f a bitch.? Sudhir began to cry, the tears flew out of his eyes with no sign of ever stopping. Things weren?t looking good for him at all. His mind began running amok. What if he didn?t succeed? How could he possibly go home without his things??I have made my decision.? Priya said. ?You are not good enough to be my foot slave,? she. Not in a perverted way but more than enough to keep a man happy (or so I thought). Daniel was always a good boy and I had never looked on him in a sexual nature till one night I was sleeping when I heard the creak of the old floor boards as someone passed my bedroom and headed towards the bathroom. Out of curiosity I listened as Dan flushed the toilet and left the washroom, the light was on and I could see his silhouette clearly outlined. His slim shadow was thrown off by the point in his. It continued to surge through her even as she watched him pull harder on the clamps and stretch her tits to the limit. She stretched her arms and stuck her chest out as far as it would go. Just as the orgasm subsided, he pulled the clamps fully off her nipples with a quick jerk. He dropped them and started rubbing her abused breasts. As the blood started returning and both nipples ached sharply, Sarah could only throw her head back and wail at the fresh round of pain.Mr. Michaels knew. I went back into the room, enjoying the feel of having a plug up my ass. Although I didn't have a bra to match my crotchless panties, I did pullon a pair of seamed black stay-up stockings and put on my favorite pairof black pumps. I rearranged and puttered around with my collection oflingerie, selecting a different outfit to wear as I continued theevening's activities.Just as I had finished making my initial preparations, my room phonerang. Damn! I minced over to the phone and answered it. .