Craving a late-night treat

Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” Bridgette said, rushing to correct herself. “You call me Sir or Master, slut. Porn “Sir,” he hissed, slapping her again. He decided to test his hypothesis. I’ll let you whip me or choke me. The more worthless he made her feel, the harder she tried to please him, to earn some small acknowledgement that she wasn’t completely worthless. “Good slut,” Dustin rewarded her. He decided to test his hypothesis. “I said kiss my feet. He still couldn’t believe his luck. I’ve been training for this my whole life, Dustin. “Did I saw lick my shoes, you stupid whore?” he demanded. Pointing at the ground in front of him, he said, “Kiss my feet, slut.”
The naked blonde scrambled to obey her nephew’s command, lowering her face to the floor and lapping at the toe of his sneaker, while keeping her shapely ass high in the air.