Camille offers to serve the feet of a Mistress Creole
Dear reader I welcome you to my fantasies. I look forward to read your comments. I'm not an English speaker, so the text may contain errors. Mea culpa and happy reading.
Camille is a young student, not yet in her twenties. She's a petite brunette, less than five feet tall, a pretty young girl, smiling with lovely shapes. After responding to an announcement on a lesbian dating site, she has an appointment with the "Mistress Creole". Her night is short. She's so excited and anxious. She arrives just a few minutes early. She scans the room. In a discreet corner, she notices a woman with dark bronze skin, absorbed in reading a book. She is wearing in an elegant suit, the dress reaching below the knee and the jacket showing off her breasts to best advantage. Her legs are crossed. She is gently swinging a foot in high heel open sandal. She's seen that foot so many times in this few-second clip. It's definitely her. She approaches shyly. The woman continues reading. She takes a deep breath, gathers up all her courage and launches forward.
"Good morning, Madam, I'm Camille."
Nathalie takes the time to put on her bookmark, close her book and place it on the table. She looks at the young girl and smiles. She is surprised by her small size. She decides to stand up to impose herself by her stature.
"Hello Camille. You can call me Mistress Creole." Nathalie replied, shaking her hand.
Camille had to raise her head to keep looking Nathalie in the eye.
"Let's sit down." Ordered Nathalie.
"Yes, Mistress creole." Camille replies respectfully.
The two women are getting to know each other.
"How old are you?" Asks Nathalie.
"Nineteen."
