"Peter?" she whispered again. "Am I pretty?" Uh," I cleared my throat again. "Yeah." I waited a minute and when she didn't say anything I asked, "Was ...hat your nightmare?"She shook her head. Her hair brushed softly against my arm. I stifled a groan of growing frustration. God hates me, I thought, he must just plain hate me to give me this kind of temptation."I didn't really have a nightmare." She confessed softly."You didn't?" My throat went dry yet again. "So, uh, so why you in here?" Couldn't. That way they get tosee it every time they worship your feet" instructed Mistress Shelly"And while you are down there you may kiss my feet" she laughedI removed the key and then worshiped her feet until told to stand.Mistress Shelly took the key and unlocked my imprisoned cock. It sprangto life and I sighed in pleasure from the sheer feeling of release"Let's begin the test" intoned Mistress Shelly"Wait that's not fair he's hard already before we even start the test"said Mistress JennyMistress. "At first Jo tried to tell herself she had agreed to go because she really wanted to see The Grocer's Daughter. In general, she did not care for modern films. It was her belief that ninety percent of what Hollywood put out these days was garbage, movies with simplistic and implausible plots that were held together by computer generated special effects. The Grocer's Daughter, however, seemed, at least by reputation, that it might be one of the rare gems. She had been planning to wait until it. She saw me looking at her in the review mirror and winked. “What is this secret worth to you?” I ask Toni. I had put it all on the line. There was no denying what I was wanting. “Let me guess...” Toni replied, “You want a blow job.” “That’s a good start,” I replied. Toni didn’t respond. I took my foot off the pedal and my sports utility vehicle slowed. Toni glanced behind us and alarmed at my slowing down, asked, “Why are we slowing down?” “Negotiating,” I replied. “Okay, okay, okay,” Toni.