"so you want to massage my feet?" he asks.
"Ya I want to go to school to be a massage therapist." you lie.
"oh? Okay Ive needed one." he says. He takes off his black converse leaving only his thin white ankle socks.
"here you go." he says laying his feet on your lap. You look to see if anyone is watching and take off his socks.
"here, it's... Better if your socks are off.". You say, knowing nothing about thus.
"oh? Okay then... They probably stink, huh?e
"well I like te smell of male feet..." you had your guard down and now he looks at you weird.
"ummm well I don't tell anyone but...I... Like to tickle guys and anything with male feet. So, when we get to my room what should we do?
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