Taking careful aim, she raised it across her shoulder and swept it down towards the slave’s palms. “Right, she said, standing up, I will be back in minute. Indeed the boot was only inches from the tip of his nose. The only way he could do this was to support his right hand by holding his left arm underneath the elbow. As his hands were already sore, he viewed with some trepidation the prospect of not carrying out to the full the precise wishes of Mistress as she continued “And when you reach the top of the boot do not, I say again do not, under any circumstances, come into contact with my thighs”
The slave did not really hear these assertive words of Mistress. Inch by inch he worked his way along the zip pulling out small items of fluff on the way. – they had a web camera.
