<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dP9ckx7.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Danai</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">“Adam, you’re a foot worshipper.  *giggle*”  I lick my lips lasciviously.  “. . . and more!  Mistress can spot talent it seems.  Actually, this I know.  She senses such things.”  (Eyelashes flutter). <br/><br/>“Bravo you!”  <br/><br/>“You are in anticipation heaven I’d say.  The Rosendahl gig, the complete business takeover means you’ll have tons of opportunity to please Mistress.  Tell her of your hope. . . . I mean hopes. . . . so wonderful!” <br/><br/>“The key is to never, ever let her down.  That is a circle of Hell that hasn’t even been written about.  Ever.”  <br/><br/>For my part, I imagine a collar around Adam’s neck.  And a leash.  Nice!  Should I suggest that he be a practice pet, just for practice really, for his time with Mistress?  <br/><br/>I toss another lascivious look towards him. <br/></span>