Fifi's Long Wait

After they had finished the dinner (he had invited her to sit with him and they talked about their days), he moved over to the sofa and relaxed after his hard day at work. "Fifi dear, my feet are aching, would you be as kind as to give them a rub for me?"

She loved to take care of her master, so scooted down onto her knees, unlaced his shoes, pulled off his socks and got to work, rubbing, kneading and massaging his feet until he had reached a state of complete relaxation. Crouching down she gave each of his feet a small kiss. He looked down at her and smiled, "I'm going to relax a bit more here, why don't you finish your cleaning up dear?"

Realising again how horny she was and how she wanted some sex, any sex, she put a little plan into operation. With every object she cleaned or dusted, Fifi did her best to bend at the waist, let her skirts roll up and expose her stocking tops and seams to him. She made sure she bent over a lot, facing away from him, knowing he'd have a great view of her exposed thighs and sexy nylon. Every now and then, she'd sneak a glance at him and knew he was watching intently. Her final gambit was to clean underneath the table in front of him. Crawling onto all fours, heels stretched out behind her, keeping her butt up high and head low, rear exposed , she reach and cleaned thoroughly under the table. A little cough from behind her, "oh Fifi, you little tease, look what you've gone and done!"

Turning around, looking at her master, he had a very noticeable bulge in his trousers, her eyes locked on it and she licked her lips, "Would you like me to take care of that Sir?"

"Well Fifi, do a good job and I might even think about opening your cage for you!" he said as he placed his arms behind his head and leant back.

She crawled over to him, feeling her cage get tight again and her juices once again running into her panties, she slowly moved up his legs, her hands sliding toward his zipper, "Does Sir have anything he wants cleaned the old-fashioned way?" Locking eyes with him, "You know a good spit shine?" and closed her thumb and finger on his zipper.