"You can start by bringing me a beer." John said as he walked to the couch and sat in front of the huge tv. He turned the TV on and waited for Katy to walk back over with a cold beer from the fridge.
"Here you go... sir." She said, "Anything else?"
"Yes, I need somewhere to put my feet. Get on your hands and knees."
Katy, following orders got on her hand and knees and crawled in front of John. Her skirt rode up, showing off her ass and her tits almost feel out of the top and they hung. John put his feet up on her back as he watched the TV and drank his cold beer. He laughed as he thought about all the things he could make Katy Perry do. If she was that willing to be a scantily clad footstool, he could make her do anything.
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