Mikal bola meenu apna muh khol mai boli mera naam meenu nahi hai, john bola to kya naam hai tera meri chamk chhalo mai boli aaj ki raat mera naam hai ...aramjadi kuttia randi raand bur ki chodi behan ki laudi maa ki laudi mather chod sadi kuttia aur tumhari chhamia aur jo bi gali tumhe aati ho muje us naam se bulana aur muje bi ye haq hoga ki mai tumhe jo marzi bolu, mikal bola kutti pehle lund to chus teri to aaj sari raat hum maa chodege maine apni jeeb nikal kar lund par farate hue use apne. I went to undress her, but she swiftly brushed my hands away.“Uh...uh,” she said slyly.Taís gently shoved me onto the bed, my perky breasts bouncing on impact. Despite being nervous as hell, I couldn’t help but smile from her playfulness.I could see her sway towards me in the dim light. She began slowly undoing her silk blouse, each button revealing more and more of her luscious cleavage. My eyes were wide when she unveiled her black satin brassiere."You like what you see?" she asked. Still, the man had plenty of clients in the office, the day I?d beentaken from my cell in my owner?s basement, to get fixed like a straydog. I had to nervously sit there for an hour, nobody but Betty towatch over me. She?d been drafted because my owner was busy. Smalltalk and all. We?d become good friends, in fact, though she was afree woman and I was a slave. It amazed me how quickly everyone atthe diner had gotten over the newness of the owner owning an actualslave girl. Ten employees and one. “Take off your socks and grab some lotion. I want to rub your feet.” I said.Her face turned red.“What?” She asked, shocked.“You heard me. I want to rub your feet.” I said.“Why? You got a foot fetish or something?” She asked.“Hardly.” I scoffed. “Rubbing your feet will relax you and burn off my extra energy.” I stated. “If you don’t want to, fine. I’ll take a swim instead, and we can talk while I do that.”“No, no. The foot rubs are fine.” She said, pulling off her socks.To be honest, I didn’t.