This job is not for you

She is sexy as hell. But, hell again, you aren’t ready for such career failure. You have some life plans. You still want to become somebody. Even while being a sex slave part-time.

Linda is obviously ready for that kind of answer.

“Okay, your point is taken… or would be taken, if you weren’t a mannequin…”

Your heart skips a beat, when she says that. Is she going to… make you?...

“... at least, until midnight” - she continues.

Phew, she doesn’t intend to capture you.

But some part of you is upset with it.

“And I’ll make sure to put you into good use until then. Get under the table!”

Something clicks in your head - and you are her mannequin again. And It’s not a dinner date anymore, but your workday ending. So you must do what mannequins do: comply.

You slowly (okay, you are still drunk a bit) get on all fours and crawl under the table.

There you see your main inspiration and motivation for these days - Linda’s legs. Her long, pantyhosed legs…

... and then she spreads them wide for you!

She wears no panties, and even though it’s a bit dark under the table, you can easily see her rose… eesh, what made you so poetic? Is it wine?

Anyway, you have a job to do. You could give her the same lick-your-feet performance you made yesterday, but you prefer to get straight to the business. The business that makes your mouth moisten in anticipation… well, not only your mouth.

So you give her feet just several passionate kisses, and then go up… pass her knees… and finally you are here, between her legs.