After that kinky tease from Helena Price, I went over to her place to watch her work. I never expected her to look so fucking slutty and hot in those tight secretary clothes — pencil skirt hugging her ass, blouse barely containing her tits, and those sexy heels making her legs look endless. I asked if I could film her. Her answer? Nothing. She completely ignored me, acting like I wasn’t even there while she kept teasing me mercilessly with every little move — crossing her legs, dangling her heel, letting me catch glimpses of her perfect feet. She treated me like a pathetic, drooling fanboy. I was just sitting there all alone, completely ignored and useless to her. If I dared to argue or complain, I knew I’d lose any chance I had to feel her body, smell her skin, or worship those feet. The only smart move was to stay quiet, stay hard, and wait like a good little bitch until Mistress decided she was ready to use me.
