feet--she wouldn't allow it. "She always wears the those blasted leather boots," he thought. Oh, she would allow him to lick the heel of those boots as an alternat ive to tickling him on days when she was feeling merciful, but once when David had tried to remove her boots, Lady Ashley had jerked her foot away, kicking David under chin in the process. "Don't you DARE EVER try that again!" she h ad warned, "If you do, I'll tickle you for twenty-four hours straight! And don't think for a moment that I'm joking!" Could it be that his mistress's feet were as ticklish as his? Where else was she ticklish, ebony thong interracial cuckold he wondered. He had to find out. The sound of a key turning at the front door startled David out of his reverie. Lady Ashley was home! "Good evening, Mistress," David called. Madame Ashley tossed her head disdainfully and strode to the kitchen. "I see you remembered the dishes today," she said sharply. "Yes, Mistress." "I'm going upstairs to lie down for a bit. And don't you dare even THINK about disturbing me. Is that clear, slave?" "Yes, very clear, ma'am," David sighed, and he turned to finish the dishes. In the distance he could hear the clump, clump, clump of Lady Ashley's black leather boots gay ebony on ivory interracial cuckold on the stairs. He tried to visualize her feet encased in those boots; feet he had never been allowed to see. And then he went back to doing the dishes. * * * When he had finished with the dishes, David went to his quarters in the dungeon and sat on his cot. He daydreamed of turning the tables on Lady Ashley and tickling her for a change. HE would tie HER to the four-poster for a cha nge and have his way with ebony post interracial cuckold her.
