cassandra

Author: xgwa
Word count: 17376
Chapter 1 Cassandra stepped out of the elevator of her mansion overlooking Lake Michigan and couldn’t help sighing with relief. She was so tired after a whole day’s intense work. As one of the partners of the most famous law firm in the United States, she already has a wealth of hundreds of millions of dollars, but she is still unwilling to give up her career. Today’s meeting with a big Japanese client lasted all day. During dinner time, she asked her assistant to accompany the Japanese while she went home to relax. She just wanted to insert the key into the lock, and the door opened automatically as if by magic. A 19-year-old boy with blond hair and fair complexion stood bent over the door, looking at Cassandra with joy and excitement. He was completely naked, wearing only a pair of pink underwear. “Master, I’m so glad you’re back. I’ve missed you for a day.” The boy said respectfully with a flattering tone. Although she is almost 46 years old, Cassandra is still very well maintained, with a well-proportioned figure and curves. If it weren’t for some wrinkles on her face, she would not look like a 40-year-old woman at all. Today she wore a Versace cashmere suit, Clark black high-heeled leather shoes, and PK’s black stockings that disappeared to the roots of her thighs. Her long golden hair was scattered on her shoulders, beautiful and sexy. Cassandra stepped through the door and reached directly into the boy’s panties, touching his cock and asking, “Did you do everything I asked you to do today?” She felt the little boy’s cock erect rapidly. “It’s all done. I’ve been to the supermarket, and I’ve bought everything you want; the beautician on Saturday has also made an appointment; and I’ve shaved all the hair on my body, I hope you are satisfied.” The little boy replied cautiously, while looking at his mistress expectantly, hoping for a compliment. Cassandra went to the living room with floor-to-ceiling glass windows on three sides, overlooking the great lake, sat down on her super luxurious leather sofa, and said impatiently to the boy, “Tim, go get me a glass of water, I’m thirsty.” Passing the water to his mistress, he knew what the next job was—every time after get off work, his mistress needed to relax. Tim took Cassandra’s sheepskin slippers and knelt at her feet. “Master, you look so tired, can I relax for you?” Tim said as he took off Cassandra’s leather shoes, raised them to his nose, and took a deep breath. The smell of Cassandra’s feet sweat, perfume and leather mixed together, which made Tim extremely excited. “My pantyhose boy, you know how to serve your mistress, don’t you?” Cassandra said, leaning back on the sofa cushions, as she stretched her feet in fine stockings up to Tim’s face, kicking and rubbing gently against his face and mouth. KassanDella is the person Tim admires and fears most, and Cassandra has been everything to Tim since Cassandra brought him home from a New York hotel six months ago. She was his god, his master, and he adored everything about her, and he would do anything for her as long as Cassandra liked and pleased. Tim knew that Cassandra liked the way he served her with his tongue, and he knew that his tongue would relax, comfort and excite his mistress. Although he had only been serving Cassandra for six months, he already knew his mistress’ erogenous zones and hot spots. Tim held Cassandra’s right foot in black stockings to his face. He had been serving the mistress day and night for several months, and he was already very familiar with her jade legs and feet. Smelling the familiar mistress’s sweaty feet, he first stroked and pinched Cassandra’s calf tightly wrapped in stockings with both hands, and he knew that such a start would easily make his mistress relax as soon as possible. Cassandra groaned comfortably. She was used to being served by Tim. For this choice, she was secretly very proud of her vision and keen insight into possible sex slave candidates. Today’s feet are indeed tired, and they deserve Tim’s service. Through the stockings, Cassandra could feel Tim’s breath smelling her feet, warm and moist to the skin of her feet. Cassandra took a sip of the lemon soda, thinking that at this time her assistant Tommy must be drinking sake and eating sushi with those horny Japanese, and would accompany them to the Casino nightclub after the end, while she had already gone home to enjoy Little Tim. “Poor Tommy, when are you going to reward him?” Cassandra felt her little slave’s warm and moist tongue sweeping across her feet, like a slight electric current passing by, and her sympathetic nerves immediately felt numb and extremely comfortable. So she put her sweaty right foot in black stockings directly into Tim’s mouth. After Tim’s tongue finished licking the soles of his feet, he began to suck on Cassandra’s toes. “Take off my stockings, my pantyhose boy, you know how.” Tim used his teeth and mouth to gently remove Cassandra’s two stockings, licking and sucking both of them in his mouth, and sniffing and sniffing the other on his nose. “Tim, are you washing my stockings with your tongue?” Cassandra stroked Tim’s cheek with her feet, and the sweat from her feet rubbed against Tim’s face, which was wet. “Your feet smell so good, my mistress.” Tim began to wash his mistress’ feet with his tongue. Simultaneously, Tim’s cock stood erect, pushing up against his pink panties. Cassandra played with the little boy’s cock with the other foot, “Tim, what are you going to do after washing your mistress’ feet with your tongue?” Cassandra looked lustfully at the boy in her pantyhose. Tim knew it was time to serve his mistress what she most excited and loved. Finally licking Cassandra’s feet with his tongue, Tim knelt down and begged: “Master, can I lick your Holy Land pussy for you?””OK, my pantyhose boy, let’s start as soon as you get ready, you know where I like your tongue.” Cassandra spread her legs erotically, resting on Tim’s shoulders. ”