A sheet of paper sat besidethe plate and caution suggested that the first thing I had better do wasto read it.It told me I was allowed to eat my meal ...and drink my milk and when I hadfinished I was to go and sit on the wooden chair over by the wall. I wasnot to bring the chair to the table or take my meal to the chair.Wonderful! I ate the pitifully thin sandwich and drank the milk standingup before walking across to the chair and sitting down.The first thing I noticed was that the seat sloped. Half in a male voice and half in your female voice. She grins. She stands and brings me away from you. You see us talking and I am shaking my head, she pleads her case and I relent. I nod my head and you wonder what I have agreed to. You really don't care, you know the heels will be yours. She takes your foot and puts it in her lap. You feel her push against your heel. She slides the heel on and buckles the ankle strap and then does the other foot. We help you up. There are 5" heels and you are. My dick was so hard it ached; I shoved my cock deeper into her mouth.Her eyes were glazed with lust, and I could tell that she was really enjoying herself. She moaned loudly as I fucked her mouth… Then I held her head still as I shot my load down her throat.She closed her eyes as she finished sucking me, licking every last drop of my cream off of my dick. I felt completely spent.I helped her to her feet, and then moved her to the bed where I eased her down and began to undress her. Her tits. ..I-I'm your slut!" Tamara weakly responded."LOUDER!!" Rita yelled."I'M YOUR SLUT!!" Tamara cried out. "I'm your lowly, dirty littleslut...a-and I love it...!" That's right," a grinning Rita sternly confirmed, handing the paddleback to Maggie. "Crawl behind me now, slut. We're going in."As she went inside, a chime heralded the sending of a text message toher smartphone, which she pulled out so she could read the messagethat had been sent by Shelley Portnoy as Tamara crawled behind her.A line.