Paul sat on your legs, his back resting against the arm rest by your feet. He stretched his legs out and pressed his nasty feet into your face. You still had the ass stank smeared across your face, and now the smell of feet was mixing and causing a much worse stench for you to endure. It wasn't long though before Paul got another idea. He sat up and ripped the tape from your mouth, pulling out the sockes, and leaning back again. Now with your mouth ungagged and the feet back in your face, Paul has an order for you.
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