"And kneel on the floor and kiss both my feet - every toe - PROPERLY!"When he had done as he was told she raised her right foot and presented the sole...to him."Lick the sole of my foot all over and then the other one." She could not repress a slight queasiness in her stomach as he eagerly complied."Now get up, you BAD boy and raise your arms so I can tie you up. Oh you ARE in for it - I bet you're scared already aren't you - you WICKED boy!" What now?" she asked as the tying up was completed.. She bit it, looking eager as I stood there in my boxers. My cheeks burned more. A shyness filled me. What if she didn’t think I was big enough or something?God, what had this girl done to me? I should just treat her like a slut. Like my whore-mother. But ... but ... she was a virgin. No guy had ever used her cunt. Ever treated her like a whore and made her scream her head off.Not like my slutty mom.“Fuck!” I muttered and shoved down my boxers.Her eyes widened. Her cheeks darkened with a blush. My leg shook and my back arched as she stopped bobbing and let me nut all in her mouth. Once I had emptied my sack in her mouth she retrieved tissue from her purse and spilled the contents of her mouth in that tissue. She grabbed another one and wiped my dick with it. I felt a sense of relief when I came and now it was time to drop her off. I dropped her off at the spot where I picked her up. She thanked me and went back to a group of whores standing on an adjacent corner. She was a nice. She was probably taking outher frustrations on me, and the fact that her stand-in was a guycouldn't have helped.During a second run-through of the 'Matchmaker' number, she stopped ustwice to 'correct' the way I was dancing. That got Kath's dander up, andshe finally tore into Kirstie. "What are you talking about? At leastSandy can dance! Give him a break!" Back off, Kathleen - it's MY part and I know it better than you!"Kirstie shot back."Now, ladies, calm down," said Mr. Nelson. "Kirstie's just.