On your days off when I'm working, I let you keep me company by making you my under desk foot slut. Your view today is up my pencil skirt, and my thick, powerful legs in nude nylons, and my heels. I'm typing away, ignoring you. You start squirming, and when I ask you what's wrong you say you're hungry. I ask if you weren't satisfied with your breakfast of pussy? I stuff your mouth with the black shiny heel of my Oxford patent leather shoe. I make you clean the bottoms for good measure. Slaves should be seen and not heard. And when they're under my desk, they shouldn't be seen either. You ne... Show more