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them off, American bitch,” he said. She knelt at his feet and unlaced the heavy black wingtips. “Socks, too,” he ordered. His socks were damp with sweat. The foul odor of his dirty feet made her almost vomit. His long, thick toenails were, as she knew they would be, black with grime. He sipped his drink and grinned across at the driver. Gesturing toward his feet, he said, “Now, Mrs. Ryan, after some words of affection, let our guest see how a well trained woman shows respect for her man.”
    Looking up at him she said, “Dear Abul.” She bent over one foot and touched her mouth to it.
    “No, Goddamn you!” he shouted. “Not good enough. Damn you, you arrogant bitch! Your sister-in-law’s ass will be raw from the whip!”
    Quickly she cradled his right foot between her hands. “My dear, master,” she said desperately, “I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m so very tired. Please forgive me.”
    “Your tongue, Mrs. Ryan. I want to feel it!” He shook his fist at her.
    Parting her lips she leaned over his sweaty toes and tasted them. Then she took his left foot in her hands and, as she had done at the facility, licked between the first and second toe. “That’s better,” Abul said. He looked across at Uzetta. “Once not long ago, I was her chauffer. Once, not long ago, she ordered me out of her house. Now, she is pleased to get down on her knees in her own house to kiss the feet of the man who murdered her husband. Is that not so, Mrs. Ryan?” She didn’t answer. “Speak up, damn you!” he shouted. “And not with a fucking ‘yes it is so’.”
    Kathy turned to face Uzetta. “Here in my house where not long ago I ordered Abul to leave, I am now pleased to kneel at his feet.” Abruptly she stopped speaking.
    Abul pushed his bare foot against her stomach and flexed his long toes. “Go on, damn you,” he hissed.
    “Abul is the man who...who...murdered my husband. I...I...am honored that he has taken me as his woman. I am pleased to show my respect by....by kissing his...his feet.” She turned back and bowed her head.
    The driver’s expression had not changed. “The poorest woman in my country would not do that. Would not do it even for much money,” he said.
    “But she is aroused by the smell,” Abul grinned. He placed the sole of his foot against her cheek and turned her head to face the driver. “The rich American is also aroused by the taste,” he wiggled his black toes. “Show him!” he shouted. “Show him what the smell and taste of Abul does to you. Show him your nipples. Show him your cunt.”
    The color rising to her cheeks, Kathy turned again toward the driver. Keeping her eyes lowered to avoid his, she unbuttoned her blouse. Her long nipples were hard. She lifted her skirt and, with one hand, spread her labial lips. Her secretions glistened along them and spread down to the space between her cunt and her anal opening.
    “You see, Uzetta! You see what a real man like Abul does to the American bitch. She tongue kisses me and she groans with desire. She presses her lips to my feet and it makes her hot American cunt drip!” He dropped his glass on the rug closed his eyes. Both Kathy and Uzetta watched him for several minutes. His mouth hung open, and he began to snore. Kathy found herself wishing he were awake. The unblinking eyes of the black man bore into her. She turned away and began to move toward the bedroom. She remembered the door locked from the inside. She had taken only three steps when she heard the tiny click of his razor.
    His voice, unlike Abul’s, was deadly calm. “Maybe you don’t hear good.” She froze in the middle of the living room but did not turn to face him. “I say we eat, we drink, I make you do things, and then we fuck. What we do so far?”
    Kathy, her breath coming quickly, had trouble speaking. “I...I...served you dinner. You and...and Abul drank.”
    “Das right. But I don make you do nottin' yet.” He paused waiting for her to respond. She