
WEIGHT: 47 kg
Bust: Large
One HOUR:200$
Overnight: +90$
Services: Spanking (giving), Uniforms, Spanking (giving), Foot Worship, Cross Dressing
Sign up here to get it in your inbox. Not only to fulfill my probation requirement but because I have no money. I go on Craigslist and I already know where to look. An image from years ago flashes in my mind. I remained transfixed on her, my entranced gaze tracing her body all the way up from her black toenails to her long legs in black fishnet stockings. She was so fucking cool. I pull what I think is a good photo off my Facebook page and begin tapping away at the keyboard.
I walk toward you, my panties now parallel to your face. You drool for me. You stick out your tongue, you want so badly to taste me. But you know the rules. Unless you take pain for me, you can only look and not touch. You beg me to let you kiss my big juicy ass. You lie down, face up, and I begin to trample your cock with my bare feet. As you begin to yell and scream, I squat down so that your face is now in between my legs.
I then sit on your face with all my weight, muffling your cries and suffocating you at the same time. I untie one of your hands and you begin jerking off until you cum in under ten seconds. The End. Until now, all my jobs were in the service industry. I worked at an ice cream shop for seven dollars an hour, forced to wear a fifty-pound cow suit in the sweltering summer heat while my coworkers stole my tips.
Then there was the shoe store on 86th Street, where I was relegated to the hosiery section since hardly any customers went there. I often showed up late and stoned, making a beeline for the basement, where the barrels of cannoli cream awaited me. I would plunge my whole hand into the thick, sweet, creamy goodness and slurp it off my fingers. These minimum-wage jobs offered no benefits except the things I could steal. But this new job posting for this mysterious dungeon said I could make up to a thousand dollars a day.
What if this is all a scam and I get kidnapped and sold into sex slavery? As soon as we lock eyes, his face lights up. He said it was because he felt sorry for them. One of the boys was Fabien. I used to force him to strip down completely naked and make him get on his knees. And then I would ride him around like a pony and make him pick things up off the floor with his mouth. What is your mistress name?