You couldn't believe it was Brittany Snow. You always thought that she was your ideal girl next door. "He hello ms Snow" you manage to stutter out. "Shut up. You are now my property and you will serve as my foot bitch." You were taken back at this because she seemed like a bitch. Brittany grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and threw you to the ground. She then sat on the couch and pulled off her tennis shoe. "Please ms Brittany. I don't care for feet very much and your feet kind of smell bad." "Do I look like I care? I said that you were my foot bitch, and I can do whatever I like to you." With that, she spread her toes and lowered her long toes over your nose. You were now forced to filter and air through her toes. You began passing out, and the last thing you saw through your watery eyes was Brittany laughing at you and your situation. When you came to, you saw...
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