"Sir smiled, as usual, with his superior smile that told me he alreadyanticipated what i thought and what i needed. He commanded. "Boy, lick myshoes. ...et your head low and your ass high. I want to see your ass in theair while you worship my feet.i got down on my knees and started to carefully caress Sir's shoes with mytongue. The turn on was not in bathing his shoes with my adoring tongue. Itwas in trying to show him how much i wanted to please him. After minutes ofservicing his shoes. He said. "We're just waiting for the dressing room," said one of the unknownfemale voices, "but we saw you at Maison, we really want to see howpretty you look."I felt like I could cry, only once before had anyone other than mysister seen me dressed up like Tiffany and that had been the time shemade me waitress her pool party dressed as a playboy bunny when we were16. But unless I could earn 20 more of her stupid Princess points bySunday night I was going to be seen by a whole club full of people,. She was totally under my control.Then I looked her in eyes and there was approval of going further. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts. I started feeling her body over her clothes. My hand was touching all her body. She was also doing same. Then I start feeling her boobs. I started pressing them gently. She was breathing heavily. I removed her t-shirt and she was wearing a black bra, ohhh my god. She was looking damn hot in that. I pressed her boobs and she was caressing my hairs.I. I headed to the coffee shack. I knew what I wanted, so I didn't even have to look at the menu, but I checked to make sure the price hadn't changed. Doing this distracted me from noticing who it was the opened the window. When I looked, I saw that it was her: the tall, lean, tanned girl, my favorite barista, the one from the buffet that night (see "All You Can Eat Buffet").We exchanged smiles, and she said, "I wondered when you'd come back. Haven't seen you here in ages. What can I get for you?".