"He said to himself as he stepped off the curb. The darkness wassettling in early with the overcast sky blocking what little light thatwas available. ...Victor hated winter, especially in New Hampshire.He was a native Floridian and New England in winter was not his bestchoice of locales but this was where the job was and at fifty sevenyears old, he could not afford to be fussy. Victor was anxious to get home before the snow started. It was only twenty miles form the office but the road home was. Nothing else. Her face stung from the slap and burned in humiliation. Her voice shook as she spoke. Yes, sir. He nodded and straightened up. His tall frame was intimidating to her, being of a short stature (52)–especially laying down. You will obey my every command. You will speak when spoken to, and never otherwise. You will not scream, or I will blow the brains right out of your pretty little head. He maintained eye contact as he spoke, and she felt compelled not to look away. She shook. We've got a few things to discuss." Yes, ma'am," and with that I popped the towel into the dryer and returned to the lounging, young, African-American woman who was still in her reclined position, tapping on the screen of her phone again with her still sneakered- feet dangling over the armrest.I stood near the ottoman waiting for her "discussion." When she finished her test or whatever it was she was doing on the phone, she looked at me standing there and pointed to her feet. "Get these shoes. So after weeks of chatting to eachother and getting to know what eachother likes and dislikes my partner said he had a fetish and that fetish was he as always wanted to lick another man's cum out of his partners pussy to see if they all taste the same or is one mans taste different from anothers, told told him that from the times i have tasted cum it as always been a taste that is to that person through there life style and down to the things they eat or drink. So with that i knew is birthday.