She gestured at my briefs.'I said take your clothes off.'I put my pants on the bed and stood there feeling a little foolish as "Madame" looked at me s...eculatively. 'You're in good shape.''Thank you.'She moved towards me and suddenly swung back-handed with the belt which cracked painfully across the back of my thighs. I gasped involuntarily.'What do you say?''Ouch.'The belt swung again, even harder this time. 'I obviously need to teach you how to be grateful.'I quickly took my cue. 'Thank you,. The manager smiled approvingly. I'm a big B cup, small C, and my nipples were hard as rocks. Boys usually like my boobs.Without hesitation, I hooked my thumbs in the band of my panties and pulled them down and I was naked. My bum is small and soft and snow-white like my tits, my hair shaved clean and my pussy lips pink against the white skin surrounding them. I held my head up to belie my nervousness and the heat building in my boobs and my lower tummy just above my bunny hole.Usually, I love. Band posters all over the walls, clothingall over the floor, and Steve sitting at his computer, typing. He looked outat me with his honey-brown eyes. "Going for a run?" I stopped, fingeringthe hair tie I had just taken out of my hair, letting the blonde tresses flowloosely over and below my shoulders, "Uh huh." I went into my roomand locked the door. My room, as opposed to my brother's, was perfect. Orderly,organized, and...well, perfect! What did you expect? Not to sound conceded,but I was the. But, fuck up again, and I will make you wish you'd never met me.' He said slowly, towering over me.He then surprised me by putting one of his feet on my dick. His foot was so big it covered all of my hard pole. He rubbed his foot up and down my dick sensually. I didn't understand why for a moment before he said, 'Prove to me you'll be a good boy. I don't want to feel any precum between my toes and I don't want you to make a single sound whilst I'm giving you a footjob.'I bit back a whimper as.