"Ten million dollars"

Molly gives her answer with a giggle, confident that no person in their right mind would give that amount of money just to hear someone repeat a phrase.

Mr. Milton reaches in his briefcase and pulls out his checkbook. He starts to write. You can't believe it. Neither can Molly. Then he holds up the check. 'Ten Million Dollars'

Molly takes a deep breath. Clearly she's a girl of her word. She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can Mr. Milton interrupts. "How will I know you mean it?" He says. "This is a lot of money. I'm not giving it away unless I can be certain."

Molly thinks for a moment. "I guess... I don't know. What could I do to convince you?"

Mr. Milton has her right where he wants her. You can see it in his eyes. "Get on the floor on all fours." he says.

So Molly does. It's amazing, watching this lovely, innocent girl supplicate herself for this disgusting old man. Amazing. Troubling. Very hot.

"Lick the bottom of his shoe." He orders Molly.

She hesitates. "Doing that makes me a filthy slut?"

"Yes." Mr. Milton is determined. He knows he's won before it even begins.

"Why?"

"Because a man told you to."

And there's really no more time to hesitate. Molly leans in toward your foot. You lift it off the floor for her. Her soft pink tongue glides along the bottom of your dirty shoe. Then she takes a deep breath and looks at Mr. Milton, either for recognition or for further instructions.

It's further instruction she gets. "Lick the floor." He says

No hesitation this time. Molly, her face still as sweet and pretty as the first day you met her, licks the floor. In fact she licks it twice, almost as if she enjoys it. And before her tongue lifts up the second time, Mr. Milton is giving her another instruction.

"Lick his cum off the floor." He smiles.

Molly looks up at you, staring at your crotch. How quickly she's fallen under Mr. Milton's spell.

You know what's expected of you. You unbutton your pants. You unzip. You pull them down to your ankles. Molly stares, clearly excited. The sweet girl you knew 30 minutes ago is evaporating right before your eyes

"May I..." she starts to ask.

"No!" Mr. Milton interrupts. "You may not even touch it. Although he may let you lick his asshole if you beg him."

So Molly with her big doe eyes stares at you and asks. "Please?"

And there's no point in pretending that you're not Mr. Milton's depraved accomplice in all this. So you respond. "Please what?" You want to hear Molly's precious lilting voice say it.

"Please, may I lick your asshole?" She bounces. She's beyond excited. She's ****.