He moved the tip of his tongue inside of me and then licked up to my clit. He alternated between flicking and sucking my clit, which made my pussy wet...er.He continued eating me until my juices flowed into his mouth.“Kiss my feet,” I ordered as I felt my orgasm rush through my body.He knelt in front of me and hesitated for a moment before kissing my right ankle. I placed my left foot behind his head and pushed him down to kiss my right foot. He held my foot like a prized possession and planted. This is twice in less than 24 hours you have tried to intimidate what is hers. He looked at Lily and asked, “Lilly, please show him your collar.” He read it and said, “Property of Aimee Bailey.”I said, “Everyone in this house wears her collar or one that is tied to someone tied to her collar. Her collar says that she is her property. So that means that you are messing with what is mine. Now, what is so fucking important that you have to barge into my house in the middle of the night, instead of. ‘Oooh be still my beating heart.’ Telling myself, he is just a man, and doesn’t bite…but than again, I know a few places he can.“I liked your email.”“I thought you might.”“I sent you a sweet reply too. I was born in the fifty’s, and love the music.”“Me too, I love the 50’s rock and roll and I also love good old country”“One of my favorites is Ray Price.”“Mine Conrad by far and Dolly of course.”“That’s when music was music, and it didn’t sound like someone just ran over their foot.”“So true.”“I. . uh... I..." Sam mumbled, his face beet red."Get on with it!" Mike snapped, and Sandra recoiled from the edge in his voice."W-with what?" Sam mumbled dully."You can't leave the little lady lying there waiting, can you?" Mike sneered, a sarcastic pitch sharpening his voice.A new flood of embarrassment washed over Sandra. Oh God, what punishment was he planning for her?"No," Sam answered fatuously, his eyes turning to Sandra's sprawled figure."Okay then, let's see what it is that she can't do.