The British accent sounded familiar. I obeyed in a second. "Kiss my feet," he said. I lowered my head to his feet and kissed them lightly, then tender...ly, then passionately. I moaned softly as a sign of the arousal I experienced simply from kissing the feet of my master. It was a common slave girl's device to entice a master, but it was also something I felt deep inside me. "Lift your head," he said. I did so. I was still on all fours, now looking ahead at his knees and thighs. I felt his hands. Coming back to the sex story, after I got a job and settled in Chennai, don’t have much physical work in an office so I planned to go for jogging, usually, I will start at 5 am. I am living in near 100 feet road, so I will jog in 100 feet road, at the same time lady of age mid 35 to 40 will jog at same time, during 1 week of jogging I noticed that lady also regularly coming for jogging,she also noticed me and had a look,but never talked, day passed after 1 week I have smiled, she also smile in. I am adopted, my mum is in her early forties and I am watching her take a length from the man who rules our house. Mum is just so, very very upper middle class, opera, Pimms on the lawn and polite society. But she is taking cock.Luke isn’t all phased by the peek. I’m gestured in. Diane looks devastated that her submission is public though. Perhaps I should have known. The discreet, superior sexy look that she wore during the day. Diane needed to be taken too. She glances at me with a look of. Her attention turned to the other girl: ‘And I’m Crystal (giggle)’ chirped the other girl, her voice all smiles and rainbows. ‘Jesus’ thought Kelly even their names are slutty. She was amazed anyone could be like this. She looked at her second opponent and really couldn’t tell her apart from the first girl. Apart from her choice of clothing they were identical. She had chosen a half see through silk top which would have looked good but she was of course not wearing any underwear at all so it.