was puzzled. "Lady Ashley, whatever can you be thinking?" he inquired. Lady Ashley pushed him down onto the bed. "Don't ask questions! It's not your place to quest ion me!" she snapped. She reached inside the night stand beside the bed and retrieved some silk scarves. She tied David's hand and feet to the big four-poster. "Lady Ashley, have I done something to offend you?" David asked pleadingly. Lady Ashley slapped him across the face. "Stop asking me questions, or I'll cancel your day off!" she snapped. "You've already spoiled the GOOD mood I was in, so asian nude pics asian american net don't do ANYTHING else to upset me the rest of the day, do you understand me? SLAVE!" "Yes, Mistress," he replied weakly. Lady Ashley pushed one sandaled foot into David's face tauntingly. "Do you like my sandals?" she taunted. "Yes, Mistress," David said, his mouth watering. "They look so lovely on your feet," "And did you enjoy worshipping my feet this morning? Hmmmm?" she cooed teasingly. "Yes, yes, Mistress," David replied breathlessly and he extended his tongue to his Mistress's toe. Lady Ashley pulled her foot away abruptly. David's heart sank. Why was she torturing him this way? Lady asian pantyhose asian american net Ashley walked around the side of the bed, chin in hand, surveying her captive slave. David's eyes never left her feet as she walke d to the foot of the bed. Lady Ashley stood at the foot of the bed, chin in hand, cocking her head from side to side emitting an occasional "Hmmmm, hmmmm." She stood looking at David for what seemed to him to be an eternity. A broad smile crossed her face as she knelt and slowly removed the slipper from David's left foot. David gulped. He knew the worst was coming. Lady Ashley held David's foot in her hand and examined it from various angles, almost as if seei ng busty asian asian american net it for the
