He put his feet on the table. I notice his shoes. Old outworn sneaker. Very dirty. But I turn my attention on the video game. Suddenly Zac said: Look at my shoes! They need a cleaning. I think this is a job for you. Use your tongue. My spit will help you.
And he loudly retches his snot and spit on his right shoe. Urrgh. Disgusting. But I cannot explain it. I feel the urge to get on my knees and start kissing his dirty, wet shoes. A bad stench reaches my nose. Sweaty feet and sox.
I have this sneakers since one year. Everytime I do sports outside they are loyal conveniants. In recent days I didn't change my sox. Today it is very hot and I was playing basketball. I was sweating like hell. Now my sox and sneakers are soaking up all of the sweat. As I walked home I liked the smack sound and the sticky feeling. Ohh. Don't look so fearful. I have you under my control. And I am able to do much more nasty things with you. So go on, my slave!
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