I'd never had a woman tell me to do that; they'd always just taken the little slippers and put them on themselves. I didn't care.Again I straddled my ...ittle bench. I picked up first one foot and put the bootie on, then the other. It felt nice, holding this woman's leg in my hand. I offered her the first pair of shoes. They were a pair of sideless dress pumps with a single strap around the back. As I helped her into them, I made some idle conversation. One of the questions I asked was how many. Not Goliaths, but we could both punch a mean serve, and match one another on the deep court strokes. I always thought I had a bit more control than Tom. He was inclined to recklessness sometimes and I knew how to goad him into mistakes. We both enjoyed the games, and it kept us in touch with one another. I had been afraid when we took such disparate jobs that we might have started to grow apart.I found Tom in his office, just finishing some notes. I hung around for a few minutes while he. ” or, “Why are you wearing that necklace? Put the choker on instead, it’s more expensive and I want people to notice.”I took a deep swig of wine and stared at myself in the mirror. Dressed in nothing but my black lace bra and panties, I had to admit I cut an appealing figure. My no smoking regime had put a bit of meat back on my frame, but in a way that filled me out nicely. For the first time ever I had a plump little ass, and a curvy frame, instead of a pancake butt and a chest as flat as a. I hope that my pussy pleased you Daddy.”Dazhawn chuckled to himself. This little white slut was really concerned that she had pleased him. What a dumb little slut! “You have a nice tight little pussy slut. I think that you will be a good earner for me!”“Oh, I hope so Daddy.”“Your attitude towards me has changed slut. You didn’t seem very happy a few hours ago when Tyrone sold you to me and you realized that you were now owned by a Nigger pimp.”“Oh, I’m so sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to be.