*That* was the entire program. He was to place the following classified ad in the personals section of any newspaper of his choice, and hope for the b...est.Never experienced the ULTIMATE? It's not too late. Specialist in bringing sensual release to older women. If you are over 50 and lonely, write for details. (Contact info here.)This had better work. He didn't even know how he'd manage next month's rent if no money came in. Not to mention that the cupboard was bare.He waited. No inquiries from. She excited me in so many thrilling ways.“I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl like a cat. My shoes need polishing. Lick them clean. My sissy slut!”“Yes, Mistress.”I crawled over to Mistress and she was sitting down on her chair. She had her legs crossed, and I sucked at the heel of her shoe and worked my tongue all around her leather of her shoe.“You’re such a sissy. Look at you in your bra and panties. Licking Mistresses shoes. You’re a pathetic man. You have a small cock and. ” She hadn’t responded, but who could blame her? She was stretched tight, spread eagle, about eight inches above the muddy barn floor. Her wrists and ankles bled and her mouth was gagged, deep and penetrating. Her round ass hovered only centimeters above the floor. How desperately she wished it would touch for even a moment’s relief, I could not imagine. I didn’t care to, anyway. But I could tell she was listening. Her eyes followed me across the room as I paced. She heard every word I said.. "Ewww, mushy!" joked Michael. "Enough of that. Let's please relax and enjoy ourselves. Let's let the night unfold on its own and see where it takes us." Here's a toast," said Jenny, as she raised her glass. "To us. To friendship, and caring, and perhaps even love." Hear, hear," said the rest."What Stace said, is what we mean," said Michael. "We really want to fulfill your fantasies about this night, an event you have probably thought and dreamed about for years. The problem is, we don't know.