the window where Heather and Hasi were standing. Then looking at Tommy who knelt before her she asked, “What does it mean to be queened?”
There were microphones in Carmella’s room so the two women who were watching could hear what was said. Without raising his bowed head, Tommy answered, “It means, Madam, that I lay on the mat and you stoop over me, over my head and...and spread your...cheeks and lower yourself on my face.”
“Do you like being queened?”
“Yes, Madam. I like it very much.”
“What is rimming?”
“Rimming is when I lick...lick around the rim of your...of your anal opening.”
“Do you like rimming me?”
“I do, Madam.”
“When I tell you to toss my salad, what do you do?”
He looked up at her then quickly bowed his head, “When you command me to toss your salad, I-I push my tongue into your...your opening and lick it. I-I...taste you there, inside.”
“And do you enjoy that? Do you enjoy tossing Madam Carmella’s salad?”
It was a moment before he answered. Heather noticed that his cock had begun to stiffen. “I enjoy that most of all, Madam.”
Carmella nodded, “What service do you perform in order to earn the privilege of tossing my salad?”
“I clean your feet...your toes.”
“How?”
“With my mouth, Madam. I lick them and suck them.”
“Worship my black toes?”
“Yes, Madam, worship your black toes.” He looked up at her, “Please Madam.”
Carmella nodded. Tommy inched forward and gently removed the flip-flops from her feet. “Remember,” she said, “get your tongue between them. You know what I like.”
“Yes, Madam, I know what you like.” He cupped the heel of her right foot and bending over her toes sucked each one in turn, making sure he licked between them. When he’d finished, he lowered his head further so that he could lick the underside of her foot. He performed the same ritual over her left foot. She kept him at it for at least a half hour. When she was satisfied, she leaned forward and tapped his head. He sat back and looked at her with what Heather felt was adoration. His cock was now fully erect. Heather turned away. Hasi forced her back to the window. “You say you want to see ex lover Tommy, so look at him.”
Tommy had, at a signal from Carmella, stretched out on the mat. His cock stuck straight up. Carmella heaved her bulk out of the chair and straddled him, facing his cock.
“How do you ask?” she asked him.
Tommy’s face was crimson, his eyes wide, his crooked mouth wet with spittle. “Please, Madam, please let me taste you. Let me rim your opening. Please permit me to honor your opening. Please grant me permission to push my tongue into your opening and taste you...taste you there.”
“Worship my black asshole?”
“Yes, please, Madam, allow me to worship your...your black asshole.”
Slowly Carmella lowered herself over his face while reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks. Heather watched horrified as Tommy’s face disappeared between the huge twin cheeks of her ass. She heard him groan. His stiff cock began to twitch. Carmella lowered herself still further. She looked up toward the window. “That’s right, boy,” she said, “push your tongue up there. Yeah, do me like that.” After a few minutes she lifted up. Tommy’s face was bright red and streaked with sweat, both his own and hers. She held her ass just out of reach. He struggled to lift his head toward it. “You want more, bitch boy?” she asked.
He nodded quickly, “Oh, yes, please, please, Madam. I worship it. I love the taste. Please let me have more!”
“What about the smell?”
“Yes, I love the smell. Yes, the smell and the taste. Please, Madam.”
Once more she reached back to part her ass cheeks and lower herself on his face. She rocked back and forth as he licked her crack and pushed his tongue into her hole. She leaned forward toward his cock which had become red. Her fingernails were long and pointed. She scraped
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