?Kiss your feet!??Oh good,? the blonde smiled, ?I’ll be back at lunchtime?.Kate started to struggle against her restraints with little effect as Emm...a climbed the stairs and left the cellar. Brad walked over to her and put his arms around his manacled girlfriend, ?Don’t say no to Emma,? he advised.Kate spent the morning chained up and immobile with her feelings towards Emma swinging from anger to infatuation. Brad lay on the small cell bed reading a book feeling sorry for partner, but that was a. I could see the droplets of coke clinging to the tops of her beautiful toes and wished I could lick them off for her. I have no clear idea of what it was that we were supposed to be watching on TV. I could only watch and think of Janice’s feet. After more than an hour of this, the phone rang and Mrs. B got up to answer it. She soon called, “Larry it’s for you; it’s Maureen.”I got up and went to the phone in the kitchen and Mrs. B went back to the family room. “Hello,” I said.“Is this Larry?”. She opened the door and asked me to get in. What a beauty she was! I couldn’t get my eyes off her. She was wearing a sleeveless kurti. I could see the shape of her boobs. Her ass was just perfect. She seemed very cheerful lady.Just by the fairness of her face I imagined about the whiteness of her boobs. She was wearing a black colored bra which made me horny. I couldn’t believe she was 40 as she maintained her figure.She offered me coffee and we spoke about our lives. Her husband was way older. Doesn’t it, Brooke?”“I guess it does.”“A naughty, bold, presumptuous, immoral, slutty girl. I think I’m going to have to punish you.”“Punish me?” The word had a scary exciting resonance.“That’s right.” He began to walk her in reverse, still fondling her tit. She held onto him lest she stumble in her heels. He guided her between sofas and around an ornate occasional-table, the head of his cock brushing her tummy as they proceeded. His eyes had the quality of a brewing storm and she was.