"Kiss my feet, slave, show me you appreciate what I'm doing for you." Heturned his face to one side and kissed the side of my shoe, purring quietly…...watched the crimson sweat trickling down his back along his neck, and watchedhim kissing my shoes. "Lick them now, slave." He extended his tongue and began licking along the side of my shoe. I liftedmy foot slightly and he began to lick the sole of my shoe. I had a strong andpowerful man at my feet, doing what I wanted, and I found the thrill was. He ran his hand down her bare back and bottom, then holding her hips with a hand on either side, he slid into her from behind.She made a murmuring sound of welcome, though the lack of preparation made it a little uncomfortable. She looked up at the mirror, at their misted reflection. His face and broad shoulders and darkly haired chest were a misted blur to her. After a long moment during which she remained still, pushed forward, the counter cutting into her stomach, breathless, skewered,. " Seriously?" I giggled."I'll call you whatever you want, but at least don't refer to your pussy by that word. I've bit my tongue so many times to rip you apart in that room, but I haven't because I respect you as a woman. You might be a wench, Cassidy, but you're still a sensible woman. I'd sure like you to think I'm tough, but not an asshole or unreasonable," he whispered, giving me a puppy face.I kissed him once, but gently pushed him off me. He sat down and leaned up against the wall. A few. ” Her short skirt was already lifted and her hand was rubbing her pussy through her panties.“I’m sure our pretty toy here would be happy to help you out. She owes us something for being rescued from the train station.”“You think so?” queried Miss before turning to the slut. “Do you want to taste my pussy, slut?” There was no immediate reply so her face was slapped. “The answer is ‘yes Miss I’d love to taste your pussy’. So, do you want to taste my pussy?” and she held her hand up ready for a.