But she continued nonetheless, working her way to his toes, licking each one thoroughly before moving on to the next.
As she did, she gazed up at Alan with hooded eyes, trying to gauge his reaction. She could see the bulge in his pants only growing more prominent, his breathing more ragged.
It seemed he was enjoying this little display of submission, even if it wasn't what she expected.
Encouraged by his response, she took his foot into her mouth, suckling and swirling her tongue around his toes, putting on a show of worshipping his feet like he'd commanded.
All the while, her other hand crept up his leg, palming and squeezing through the fabric of his pants, giving him a taste of the pleasure she could provide.
She pulled back after a moment, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his foot.
"Is this to your liking, Master?" she asked, her voice dripping with false subservience.
