You wait patiently and eventually you see a smile spread across her lips, and she rolls over to look at you. “Good, you know to speak only when spoken to.” She pats the floor next to her bed. You scramble over to her and sit up, your tongue brushes over your lips, a display of your nervousness. “Now…” she rolls back, setting the magazine on her belly, her hands meanwhile snake down to undo her jeans and slide them down her hips, her panties joining them. “Pleasure me and I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the evening. You can get a bite to eat and get some sleep if you wish.” A cruel smile spreads across her lips. “Fail and your my dinner.” She gives you a side long glance as she talks. “And you can only use your tongue.” Her eyes flick to your manhood. “I may let you use that sometime in the future, if you prove to be decent slave.”

“Yes Mistress Sarah.” You manage and immediately move to the foot of the bed. She slips off her sandals as your mouth hovers over her sex. “Also, I want a foot rub while you’re down there.” She scoots closer to you as she kicks off her pants and panties leaving her legs bare. She dangles them off the foot of the bed, leaving her cunny in easy reach of you lips.

“Yes mistress.” You move and begin to work your tongue against her sex as you take one of her tootsies into your lap and begin to knead it.