- "Where's chuck, Morgan" Casey asked demandingly.
- "I dont know. I thought he was with you." morgan replied.
- "No, hes not, now where is he really, Morgan." casey demanded.
- "I dont know."
- "look u insect, if you dont tell me where he is i will kill you" casey threatened.
Morgan got up and went to the kitchen
- "where are you going you little fuck I'm talking to you!"
- "im sick of this," Morgan said bringing out a gun and aimed at Casey
- "just take it easy Morgan. ok? Casey said, going down on his knees
- "Youu know what Casey i like this sight. For the first time im looking down on you."
- "Please, Morgan."
- "look i wont kill you but only if you become my foot bitch."
-"bu..bu...but..." casey stuttered
- "but what Casey!"
- "nothing ...........sir..."
- "thats a good boy, said Morgan with a cocky look on his face, "now take off my sneaks. Ive been working for 8 hours straight" then he sat on the sofa."
- "yes sir," said Casey with a scared voice and took of Morgans sneakers and as the shoe dropped on the floor Morgan shoved his sweaty socked foot on Caseys face
- "how does it smell. bitch!"
- "it smells great Sir!" he said with his soldier voice, " but cant i just massage your feet instead?"
- "SHUT UP slave," Morgan said, hitting Casey, "you do not have the permission to talk to me anymore suck my socks."
with no wrods Casey started to suck on Morgans socked toes
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