What a recognition," Donna said, laughing, "to know you just reached your maximum pleasure from smelling the stinkiest, lowest part of someone's body." Nice try, Jamie." Rita said. "You would like that right now, wouldn't you. Too easy, I'm afraid. Maybe she gets fired eventually, but first, she gets spanked!" What?" Donna said, leaning over to have a look at my groin. She giggled. "I think you're right. Well Jamie, I thought you didn't like me anymore after all the torture we've put you through." What can I offer… well, would you like to go out to a restaurant? Or to the cinema, perhaps?" I suggested.

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Humm..." Rita said, considering. "You still have not showed Donna what an extraordinary foot massager you are! You should give her one. Right, Donna?" I would be lying if I said I was impressed. But I'm in a good mood today. So, yes. You can come over and make me dinner tomorrow. Bring whatever food you need. But no fish." she said. He's coming!" Rita declared. Donna stopped manipulating my balls and walked in front of me to watch. There was no way to avoid it. "Right, yes. You should do... it. You should do it. Yes. I'm up for it." I said.

She removed her feet from my face. I had closed my eyes for a while, but noticed the odour disappearing. Women are strange. Most of them are nice, at least when you get to know them and they start to trust you. But a few know all to well if they are good looking and just act like spoiled bitches. Or maybe that is some kind of trust issue too? Anyway, what's really behind their painted faces is hard to find out.

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Dance, James! Or Jamie!" Rita said. "Dance to your on own song! The same as you sang under the table. He's a great singer, you know!" Rita said, before she screamed with laughter again.

Oh, of course! Well… at The Eagle. You know, you were there last friday, and the saturday before that. And last friday you game me your number and told me to call you." I explained. Donna soon moved so she was sitting right in front of me. The spanking was even more humiliating when I had to take it face to face with her. She was smiling as usual. As if that was not enough, she put her feet up on the table right in my face. She stroked and rubbed my face with her smelly feet, even curling her toes around my nose fully covering it in moist nylon, while Rita kept slapping me harder and I uttered the degrading words, almost crying. You don't mind, do you? It's so much nicer than the cold floor. Let me know if it's too smelly. I'm sure you are used to that smell from all your foot massage experience, though." she said. Rita likes to manipulate, that's for sure." Donna continued, as if to explain. She looked at me. "I guess we got a little carried away tonight. It probably won't be comfortable for you to sit down the next couple of days." I started making the dinner. I made every effort to get it right. She stayed in the living room all the time. I prepared her plate and brought it to a big table in the living room. "Dinner is ready. Do you want to sit here?" I said.

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She probably expected me to become upset, but I just replied "Okay.", and left her. If that surprised her, she did not signal anything except she slightly lifted her eyebrow. Yes, she looks hot, but she's dead cold." Paul said. "I vaguely tried to chat her up some time ago, but it was pointless. Totally arrogant. Rude, even."I was a ridiculous suggestion, a joke. I started singing the song. It sounded silly. I couldn't properly remember the lyrics. It was wrong on all levels, but did I really have a choice? Donna presented it as if I did, but if actually said no, would that be the end of it? Probably Rita would enter, and she would both make me wear it and additionally punish me for saying no to Donna. I was supposed to do anything they told me, that was the deal I had somehow accepted. There still was not much talk between us, which was fine by me. She asked me what I did for a living and a few other questions, but the trivial conversation only seemed to make the situation more absurd. I felt like an idiot.