.....Once we had some whiskey on the couch, I let him massage my feet and didn't even stop him when he started sucking on my toes. Everything was going exactly the way I had imagined before John arrived. Probably not John anymore from this point on, but my New Slave. He saw that I wasn't wearing any lingerie and that my vagina was leaking juice, but, as a good slave is supposed to, he couldn't even try to cross the red line without Mistress' permission. His small cock was begging to come out of his tight pants. I stroked his penis several times with my feet, and he trembled in anticipation of an orgasm. But... Of course, I didn't let him cum, but only teased him to the maximum limit. After all, I wanted something special that night... Wanna do you think happened next? I wanna know your dirty soughts about me. Answer the questions below and you’ll see tomorrow if you’ve guessed right. ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️