Realtor Gets Sold on Foot Worship (Part 6)
there, in the light of two small frosted glass windows, hung a silky noose from a central beam. a small black enamel dish on the floor was the only other object in the cellar. arabella walked her now quivering gimp close to the dish, and had him squat on his knees. she bent and unlocked his cage with a tiny key on an elegant wrist bracelet; the gimp's cock rose and stiffened in a trice, pointing at the noose he yearned for. arabella took a cane from one of the women and licked her lips a she teased his bone hard cock with it, before turning and lifting her tight skirt just high enough to allow him a sniff of the anus he loved to worship with his tongue; his cock bobbed as he sampled his mistresses' scent for what might be the last time. she then toed the black dish closer to the gimp with her elegant stiletto clad foot and then strutted around the noose which hung invitingly. the gimp's cock dribbled as arabella stood with hands on hips; one leg to the floor, the other teasing the stool symbolically, as though ready to dispatch yet another male into submissive heaven.