Anna moved up, and slowly took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue was moving about; on the in stroke it would flick over the bottom of my penis while ...n the outstroke it flitted over the head. She was looking me deep in the eyes, and s I came close to cumming she stopped, smiled and stood up. I rolled off the bed and indicated for her to lie down, with her ass near the end and her feet spread apart. Her stiletto heels were touching the bed, the shoes rising at a sharp angle. I came up from. Her eyes locked on me. She started with a foot massage. A favorite of Rebecca's. But she was still facing me as she massaged. She looked down and signaled for me too lick her with teasing eyes. I took a taste of her sweet juices, knowing that Rebecca even more so wanted to try. Claire then turned back towards Rebecca and focused her massage. I still had her taste on my lips and the sight of her hands rubbing on my fiance was totally amazing. From her toes to her heels, her hands were magic and. That is when it turned interesting. The normal questions ended and the weird ones started. He asked if I were gay, the answer being no, I only answered ?I’m not sure?. My response echoing through my head, what the fuck? Was it subconscious after seeing the poor helpless slave cucking a cock? I’ve watched loads of women do a great deal of normal, disgusting, humiliating, degrading, painful (very painful) acts, the whole time was it because I wanted to do it to them or it done to me? I began to. " I was practically panting with excitement as I answered. "Yes, yes, do those things to me and more. Make me your bitch lover." "Good. I was hoping that would be your answer. Now I'm going to lace on my boots. Would you like me to describe them to you?" "Oh yes Mistress, please do that!" I exclaimed, my hand again fondling my swollen rod, my voice trembling. "My but you are an eager little slave. My boots... Well I'm sitting at my dressing table and my boots are draped over the bed. They are.