I dare not ask. Every penny goes to you, and then you give me an allowance. A gift. I love your power over me. I love your power over me. Your eyes are closed, you are soaking in the hot air streaming through your scalp, sensual, every pore of your body, a pleasure center. My mouth waters at the sight of them. The soft crevasses nestled between each toe are one of the many secret delights that your heavenly body holds for me, a perfect fit for the tip of my tongue. I must bother you, I know I must. I love kneeling at your feet, placing the rolled stocking at your toes, and slowly, slowly rolling the silky nylon over each foot, calf, and up your thigh, where I secure them with a garter. I love painting your toenails. I love this, the one time, weakened, you let me snuggle between your legs.
