"You might want to get a grip for this one," she teases. She grabs each heel between her thumb and second finger, leaving her pointer fingers free. "Alright, here we go!" she announces.
Those two fingers frantically dig into those sweet spots at the bases of your arches. It's absolute murder. You buck and toss like a bronco; you kick your feet as hard as you can. Still, she holds on tight and lets her little fingers work their magic. Those two little fingers are making you shriek and scream like a maniac. She playfully rakes across your soles at full speed, and there's nothing you can do about it.
And this goes on for a while.
A very long while, it seems. Any second you should break, and it's like you just keep breaking and can't do anything about it.
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