I think she was really more curious than anything. Since I was in so deep already, I just kinda candidly asked her if I could massage her feet. She di...dn't have a problem with that, and she let me. We laid on my bed while I rubbed her feet, sniffing them periodically. Eventually I got the courage to ask if I could maybe suck on her toes. Again I think she was curious, or hell, maybe the idea turned her on too, because she let me. I was in heaven, and boy did I go to town on those toes, even. "Okay....fine...then do this!" he said with a nasty grin.I was shocked that my fine excuse emerged as a lame one, even worse, it made my situation utterly desperate. "No, I don't think..." Coward, coward, coward..." I'm no coward, it's just to cold!" I became angry."Chicken, chicken, chicken!" I'm not a chicken. But I don't want to do that!" Why not? Do think that anybody is out there and could see you naked?" No...of course not..." Okay, then do it!"I had no more excuses. Blushing I. For some reason, she felt the need to impress him, to dance as best as she could and make him proud. Her eyes still on him, she concentrated on her dancing. Her heart was creeping into her dancing, but for him and solely him. When she heard the overlap of her song and the song of the next dancer, she quickly finished. She picked up the money from the stage floor that people had thrown at her and left the stage, making room for the new girls to dance.Angel was folding the bills of money and. I was restrained again as I felt tiny probing in my ass. My cheeks were rubbed and massaged and gently pushed open. Then there was a pushing and I was told to take a breath in, and again and again as I felt something being slowly threaded into my ass. And then both Master and Mistress stood in back of the back of the sofa watching me lay there. They tweaked and twiddled my nipples as the warmth of the coffee enema entered my ass-hole and very slowly filled me to the point of.