He obeys

Mark made the fatal mistake of raising his gaze, looking up beyond the object of his worship to make eye contact with Angela who stared back at him with a stern expression. Seeing his momentary hesitation, the woman gave him that familiar little nod and shook her leg slightly for emphasis, the movement causing her robe to slip open a little more. Now that they were slightly parted this presented Mark with a stunning view up Angela's legs, her thick thighs stretching up to a well trimmed thatch of dark hair which glistened in the candlelight. He felt his desire surge, his cock throbbing angrily against his pants as his resistance crumbled, and he leaned down and pressed his closed lips to the arch of Angela's foot, eliciting a satisfied smile from the woman.

Mark graced Angela with soft, slow, loving kisses, planting his lips on her gently and relishing the sensation of her soft skin. The intensity of his erection was immense and he felt like he might erupt at any moment as Angela began to tilt her foot this way and that, guiding him to where to kiss. He was only too happy to oblige, covering her in kisses wherever he could, following her lead to the point that when Angela pressed her toes against his lips, he parted them eagerly, sucking them into his mouth as she slid them inside.

Angela looked down upon the submissive young man with satisfied glee, the poor wretch a squirming, horny mess... a **** to her whim. She stroked herself slowly, her fingertips gliding gently over her slick labia, sending shivers through her as she watched him move this way and that with the slightest suggestion. When he took her toes into her mouth she gasped, the thrill of his capitulation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She rewarded his eagerness by returning her other foot to his crotch, watching the moment her toes made contact, then slowly slid down his shaft. His reaction was instantaneous, a low moan escaping his lips as she felt him tense, then throb and pulse wildy against her foot, the poor lad staining his pants as he exploded directly into the fabric. The sight brought Angela close to her own climax and she intensified her stroking as she felt his orgasm ebb away beneath her heel. Fearing his release may diminish his enthusiasm for the task, Angela acted quickly, pulling back her foot and bending her knee, dragging Mark with her by his mouth as she reeled him in closer. She broke the contact and spread her thighs wide, her prey now teetering on his knees, mere inches from her soaking slit, her slippery fingers diving between her folds as she moaned in pleasure. He looked at her, dazed and stunned and she smiled knowingly back at him, giving him a slight nod before glancing down between her thighs.

Mark knew what she wanted from him, and he wanted nothing else. He leaned in and lapped at her, tasting her delicious nectar on his tongue, savouring it for a moment before he felt Angela's hand on the back of his head, pulling him in. She held him there, pressing his mouth to her clit which she grinded him against, rolling her hips violently as she fucked his face. He whined as she smothered him and it was not long before Angela cried out, her climax rocking her to her core as her whole body shook and she sprayed all over the young man's face. She kept Mark held tight until the last pulses of her orgasm had faded, then released him, pushing him back up on his knees. He looked back at her, stunned, sated and ever so innocent and she couldn't help but snicker at him as she sat up in her chair and covered herself with her robe before swinging her feet back onto the foot stool. "Well... that was lovely dear..." she crowed, a haughty air to her tone, "but it looks like you've had a bit of an accident." she added, nodding towards the massive wet patch on his crotch. "I can put those in the wash for you quickly if you like... if you care to stay for another... drink? You're only half done, afterall." she added, wriggling her toes at him.