"Oh. She'll like that. Uh, ma'am, will you be needing me after Mrs. Bellamy arrives? My friend Alice from downstairs asked me to come for a little while and…"

"It's all right. Go visit Alice. I rather like the idea of your being on good terms with the other maids in the building. And you've certainly earned some time off." Then, with a pleased chuckle, "Kate, what are you doing?"

But she knew only too well what the maid was doing. Kate had bowed her head and was pressing her lips to the freshly painted toenails. A kiss of thanks, a kiss of humility. Margalo smiled down, accepting the homage as her rightful due. Kate was no great charmer, of course, she had a lean body that was rather wiry – but her pleasant face was enhanced by neat chestnut-brown hair, and there was no denying the attractiveness of her lips. Thick lips, thick and full and ever-moist, the lips of a creature attuned to lewd lusts. So nice to have such an adoring slave! But if it kept on like this, that hot open mouth would soon be swallowing her foot right down.

"No more," Margalo murmured. But there was hardly a hint of command in her tone, and the servile caress continued. As she had known it would. Her toes wriggled as the truckling tongue licked and lapped between them in a manner that seemed to plead for further privileges. Only she wasn't ready to grant such privileges yet. "Let's not start anything serious, now."

"Umm?"

"That's enough, Kate." She brushed the instep of one bare foot against the maid's cheek. "We mustn't let ourselves get carried away."

"I-I'm sorry."

"Such a sad face. You do love my feet, hmm? Well. I suppose it's all right, you may have one more kiss. Lick the sole, my dear, you know how much I enjoy that."

"Mmm…"

"Oh yes, you sweet thing, that's so good. My very own sweet slave girl. Uh, by the way, there's no hurry about getting back here tonight, stay out as long as you like. Stay and have yourself some fun with Alice. You deserve it."