Middle-aged dancer’s foot slave

Author: mssjzsgls
Word count: 15857
The owner is from a dance hall in our county
Dancing girl, that dance hall is where the spring officials in the countryside go (they are all older village cadres). The first time I saw the queen was at the barber shop opposite my clothing store. I was only 23__24 years old. When I first saw it, I didn’t feel much about the heroine. I just thought she was rude. In fact, at first I thought she was a very ordinary middle-aged prostitute (the heroine was 43 back then). After a while, I saw her wearing a black jumpsuit with a low chest and sitting on a chair with her legs up. It was only when I saw her pink underwear that I felt it. From that day on, I began to pay attention to my master. Every day she passed by my shop, I noticed her more and more. I really hope that I can kneel at her feet like a dog and serve her everywhere. 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, I know I should sleep there