"You may now worship my feet," she would say when my punishmentwas over. While I would lie on the floor beneath her, herstockinged feet in my hands, m... lips caressing her toes and thesoft spaces in between them, she would silently watch televisionor read the newspaper. Sometimes, if I was not performing to hersatisfaction, she would slap my face and issue preciseinstructions. However much I learned to fear her spankings, Icame to yearn for the half hour or so she would allow me freereign with. Eileen showered and changed into a new dress she had bought that day. It was shorter than her other dresses, and had a plunging neckline that showed her ample breasts, enhanced by a sexy lace push up bra. She looked as sexy as I had ever seen her, and I made a remark to that effect. Eileen winked and replied with the famous tagline “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”. We met up with Byron a short time later. He was well into his first cocktail and stood to greet us. After hugs and hellos, we. "No facial?" Again she laughed, obviously finding the sarcasm in my obscene comment. "No. No facial," she replied, sitting up and pushing her tangled hair out of her face. "Not that he hasn't tried." "O yeah? And you didn't let him?" "Nope," she said bluntly, shaking her head with conviction. "It's a little too degrading for me." "Well, I guess you're not such a dirty girl after all," I teased, reaching for my strewn clothing. "Oh yeah?" she snapped back as she snatched my underwear from my. I said “Your flirting with me Judith” she giggled and touched my knee saying “No I’m not” and then carried on doing it, after a while I said “Do you want a drink” and she made a suggestive remark and then said she would. I stood up to go into the kitchen and she followed me, as soon as we got in the kitchen she stood where the worktops were on an angle.She said something else suggestive and I’d had enough so I thought to myself ‘that’s enough’. I approached her and grabbed her roughly, she.