Hellen Heels

Mistress Kennedy's love for a man in uniform runs deep. She has a very special way of attracting them, and getting what she wants from them.

She fixed his drink without asking him what he wanted and returned to him, handing him the glass of vodka that was another favorite of his. He was her pet but she knew him through and through. 

His pale blue eyes like ice drifted up to her neck for a second but never made it to her face and eyes, “Thank you, Mistress.”

Katrina Medina

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