He was about to confess that he wasn't a nurse, but decided to allow Jonathan to believe his intuition was correct. He continued, "...Going to work, I...'m, uh, just getting home." Plans for the evening? It is Halloween after all," he pried, as his eyes subtly looked down and then back up his verbal companion."Well, nothing really planned," Chris said, as he stood in a welcoming posture. The hidden erection that waned during the news update grew stiff once again. "I have a few options..." Well,". ”I placed a small kiss on her black toes and wondered how I was going to escape this nightmare. Her foot moved suddenly. A small kick at me that bruised my lips.“I said; lick my fucking shoes bitch,” she said in a firm voice. “I did not say ‘kiss’. I did not say ‘massage’, I said ‘lick’ you fucking shit-on-my-shoes slave-bitch.”I could taste the vinegar taste of my stomach as I complied.The man in the uniform of a butler came back with an envelope and handed it to the woman whose shoes I was. I had called him earlier and arranged a time to meet. Audrey was dressed in a mid-thigh skirt and nice blouse. I started thinking about what she was wearing underneath and Mr. Happy stirred. I quickly changed my thought patterns and he went away.It was funny that whenever we were on business, Audrey was very quiet yet attentive. George was waiting for us when we arrived. He had several folders on his desk.George opened my portfolio. "John, what do you want to do about the lot you bought. Suddenly I felt naked under the thin chiffon, my bum and tits swaying freely and provocatively to my gyrating movements, all unintentionally, as I walked in front of him.'Take a stool', I offered, 'would you like some coffee, it's fresh', I stammered, and as I stood in front of my full windows, with the Sun streaming through, everything was on view as he run his eyes over my new exposure, and sat down with a huge smile on his face, 'That would be nice ma'am, thank you very much'.I felt helpless.