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Chapter #7
A Foot Massage
by: Unknown
You stare at Mrs. Stewart's feet, seeing how tgey are each twice the size of you. Massaging them at your size is not going to be an easy job.
"Well, are you going to start or what?" Mrs. Stewart asks impatiently. "I know my feet do smell, but if you want me to do for you, I need you to do for me."
Your hesitation isn't from an unwillingness to startb but rather from being overwhelmed. After all, you have a major foot fetish. If you were were still naked, Mrs. Stewart would be able to see how excited you are right now. You reach out and wrap your hands around her second toe, while looking at how long it is. At about two and a half inches long, it looks to be about two feet long at your current size. You start to rub her toe, your hands becoming damp from her sweat.
Mrs. Stewart leans her head back, spreading her toes. "That feels absolutely relaxing. Don't forget about my other toes now."
You are working on her toes for a full fiteen minutes, and enjoying every minute of it. You keep yoyr face close, enjoying the intoxicating arona that is emibating from between her toes. As you cpntinue, an urge starts to form in your head. Her toes look absokutely amazing and they are calling for you to kiss them. You stare at the toe you are rubbing, your face inching closer and closer, until your lips are grazing her skin. You give in tp your desire and kiss the tip of her toe.
Mrs. Stewart feels your lips and looks diwn at you, aeeing what you just did. "Did you just kiss my toe?"
You freeze, not sure what to say about what you just did. You can only hope that she doesn't overreact to what you just did.
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