"Yes Mistress," Patrick responded fearfully.Patrick quickly dropped down on all fours, lapping his tongue away at Soraya's right feet which she moved ...forward towards his face."Ahh see Nita this is how you should be living," Soraya smiled towards Nita.Soraya looked at Tim. She could tell that he hated Patrick being humiliated this way."Maybe Tim can lick your feet too. I mean every Persian woman should have her feet licked by a German man. You know you started something good here Nita," Soraya. He motions me toward him. "Come closer boy. As usual you know nothing.I'd better adjust it for you." Don't pull down back here, pull it up. And here in the front,pull this together more so that you stand out.Your tall for twelve but you need more meat on your bones. As smallas you are you need to learn how to make yourself look bigger. Rememberit's all about being big. I even bought these a size too small too helpyou out. Now Mikey, hahaha! doesn't need any help." After some more. Just as she was finishing the corner, she felt a hand take hold the sideof her ass. Behind her the grey haired man grunted approvingly as hesqueezed her flesh, and she felt a flutter of pride in her chest. Whenhis hand slowly stroked the side of her rounded thigh, she wanteddesperately for it to move across her whole body, to worship everysquare inch of her ripe flesh. He seemed pleased, for sure, but insteadwent straight for the warmth of her crotch. Without even realizing itshe was. " More than once she'd said, "Why drink if you don't want to feel it. I drink for effect." I also remembered that when tipsy, she became something of a sloppy drunk. Not fall-down drunk, but certainly risque often and careless of appearances. I once overheard her say, "I drink to make my *friends* more interesting." This wasn't a common occurrence, but I had seen it rarely, and only with friends. Well, I was a friend, wasn't I?I was waiting for my mother at the arrival gate. Boy, she looked.