Not knee high but thigh high leather spiked heels ones ( my first love ) still bound, eyes stuck on her hands slowly zipping them in front of my face ...her legs encased in leather, fuck! Crossing her legs the toe stopped at my mouth, sitting just before me; still on all fours the tip of her boot brushed my lips, "lick the toe! You’re going to be trussed up in that position until you lick my boots, if they don't shine! Then.... well you don't want to know!" eagerly my tongue snaked along the. He came back and tied it to the front of my collar. He grabbed handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. I was ready, but even if I wasn't, I didn't really have a choice.Abruptly, he shoved me on to my knees. I winced at the sharp pain. He took his clothes off and slipped his boxers off. Without noticing, I licked, sucked, and bit at my lips as I kneeled in front of his cock. It was thick, long, veiny, and girthy. I could already imagine my lips and tongue swirling around his cock. Daddy. "Elizabeth nodded and wondered what ripping out someone's tongue would feel like , "That'd be nice. Goodbye." Cheerio, nice to meet you, " the woman said, and closed the door behind her.Taking a deep breath Elizabeth walked into her room and in spite of herself flopped down onto the bed and fell asleep. Elizabeth was awakened an indeterminate time later by someone hammering on the door. Groggily she stretched out, swung her legs off the bed and walked towards the door. It wasn't until she had. She was a dame in her mid-fifties who worked a thankless job doing books for the Port Authority downtown. She had told him all her bosses were a "bunch of pricks that couldn't get laid in a whorehouse". The still attractive brunette offered him a shot of Irish Mist after he had cleaned out her kitchen sink pipe line. While he was flat on his back, he could see up her short skirt and saw the flimsy red panties covering her bushy snatch. The little vixen was well aware of it and made certain he.