A misses Jackson on the third floor of block one showed me just how easily men would snatch at opportunity. My survey appointment took me less than te... minutes, I was getting more proficient at assessing the needs of each flat. She was black. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical accent. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the usual 'big booty' favoured by African women. Mrs Jackson was tall, around six foot and slender as a rake handle.Memory fades what her particular want. A. that her flight was ready to board. Pet hugged kitty and then took a few steps back. I took kitty in My arms one more time. "Kitty, you have a good flight and call Me when you get there so I know you arrived all right," I said. "I will Master," she said. "Thank you for everything." "You are welcome, kitty," I said. "And I am Sir now." "Yes Sir," she said. I kissed her cheek and she turned to board the plane. Pet and I sat there until her plane took off and then turned and headed for the car.. In reality she knew it was merely as long as it took the man next door to walk to the elevator, take it down to the buildings' shared garage, walk over to the elevator for her building and so on. She stretched her body out in anticipation as crawled onto her elbows. She sat on all fours, ready to please, ready to be pleased. She could feel all the eyes in the complex on her and loved how on display it felt to her. Gabby's pussy quivered as she listened to the finally door open, close, then. My horror forgotten, I justwanted to know why I had to have nice, beautiful legs, but big, uglyfeet? Just then, I knew something that would help. I grabbed thelittle bag I had from the nail salon and grabbed the pink nail polish,and before I could even argue with myself, I had painted my toes tomatch my fingers. There hadn't been a thought in my head as it went on;I was just so focused on making my toenails match my pretty fingernails.When I was finished, my feet still looked strange.