The Conspiracy of the Cruel Middle-Aged Dancer

Author: tyxy
Word count: 10564
The owner is a dancer in a ballroom in our county. That ballroom is where the spring officials in the countryside go (they are all older village cadres). The first time I saw the queen was in the barber shop opposite my clothing store. I was only 23 years old. I felt it when I saw her pink panties when I turned my legs up on the chair. The owner’s figure is very plump, the kind with big breasts and wide buttocks. From that day on, I started to pay attention to my owner. Every day when she passed by the door of my shop, I noticed her, and I felt more and more. I really hope that I can kneel at her feet like a dog and serve her wherever I go. I remember the first time I confessed to the hostess half a year later in the morning. I met the hostess on the road and took the courage to tell her. I followed the hostess for a few streets and finally arrived at a place with few people. I took the courage to ask the hostess for her phone number. When the owner came to the private room, I was the first to be surprised. After all, it was a woman who was out there. She chatted with me very quickly. I only offered to hire her when the ballroom closed in the middle of the night. I would give her 1,500 yuan a month. She immediately agreed. , I said: I am willing to do anything for her. From now on, the slave will call you master, and you can only kneel in front of you forever. If you are not happy, you can insult me, beat me, or scold me. The master was a layman and didn’t know about it, but she agreed to it if she wanted to have someone to serve her. She asked me to sleep with her because she wanted to have sex with me. I used to do it for customers, but now I agree with her when someone licks her. When I touched her xiati, the smell of the inferior perfume she used made people want to vomit. There was no way for me to worship the master. I closed my eyes and licked it. For about half an hour, I couldn’t lick it anymore. The master let me go and asked me to sleep with her. Kicked me out of bed, and I knew I was supposed to sleep there. The master didn’t get up until noon the next day, and I knelt on the head of the master’s bed, and the master came togetherSeeing the meal, I knelt there and thought it was funny. I helped her prepare all the washing things by the bed. The master asked me to take the spittoon. I asked the master what I was going to do. The master said that he wanted to spit. Sitting on my head to piss, I bottled my master’s saliva while brushing his teeth and kept it as a drink. The master didn’t ask me why I kept it there. When it was time to eat, I went to a small restaurant outside with the master. Just stand there, you don’t need to kneel outside in the future, lest others look like monsters, then you will eat with me later: I said: If the slave returns to the master, the slave is even less qualified to eat with the master, and the slave can only eat the master’s leftovers, preferably with the master’s saliva, snot, and vegetable dregs between the teeth. The master smiled: “Little bitch, I have a high status in your heart. I like you more and more…I said: It is my blessing to serve the master… After a while All the dishes were served, the master was eating on the table, my stomach groaned a few times, the master knew that I was hungry, so he spit out the chewed rice on the table and said: I ate the bitch,,, I was moved to tears at that time. I gave the key to me and said, “Bitch, go back and wash the clothes I haven’t washed for a while, so I don’t have to eat in the afternoon, and I’ll bring you my leftovers at night, I burst into tears of gratitude, and the owner thought I felt wronged, and said: Don’t you want to, then let’s break up,,,, I was so scared that I knelt down on the street to explain, which attracted some people to watch, and the owner immediately told me to go back to her rental room. There are stinky socks and shoes everywhere, one here and one there, the smell in the room is the smell of feet and cheap perfume sprayed on the clothes. When I cleaned the master’s clothes, I cleaned out ten pairs of stinky underwear, but I liked the smell to death. I didn’t wake up until the master came back after twelve o’clock in the evening. The master saw that I was wearing the master’s panties on my head, and xiati was wearing the master’s panties and the jingye that flowed on the panties.Awakened by the sudden pain, with the master’s dirty panties still in his mouth, the master scolded you bitch while beating him, told you to wash your clothes, you sleep here and beat you to death, bitch, let’s see if you still dare to listen to my aunt’s words in the future