I'm not.I'm not. My name is `Jeannie'. "Yes, Jeannie. I'm sorry." "And when you answer my questions, say "Yes m'am, or No m'am". It shows respect. "Yes, m'am." I knelt there trembling. I raised my eyes and looked up at her. As beautiful as she was before, she somehow seemed even more beautiful. So full of self-confidence for one so young. She had me trembling at her feet and she looked down with amusement at me. She raised one of her legs and stuck her shoe in my chest. "Kiss it, slave. Kiss my foot." I caressed that shapely leg and held it dearly. |