Robbie starts by pressing your miniaturized body up against his tightly enclosed, bulging package. The white cotton of his Y-fronts is damp with sweat, and you can feel the raging heat seeping through from the other side. The side of your face is held firmly against the feverishly-hot bulge. You want to recoil in horror but you're too busy trying not to pass out. "This is me dick, and you'll be meetin' it face-to-face soon enough, so don't go getting too anxious." The Englishman says with a hint of sardonic humour. "These are ya new master's feet.." He says as he slowly rubs you across the cold, bumpy sole of his foot. "You'd better get to like them too, I can tell ya." A grain of dirt rolls against your arm and you grimace. The giant lifts you to his face, and his tongue dances in the air before you. Robbie slides his wet tongue up the entire length of your body, leaving your face dripping and uncomfortabley warm. "Mmm.." Robbie grins. "Not a bad tasting lad at all, are you?"...
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