You plead for mercy, raising your hands in the air. She doesn't say anything. Tiff stares into your soul and walks back to her desk, propping up her feet. She lays back and closes her eyes, while rubbing her dirty soles together.
You're unsure of what to do and after a minute of silence, you ask if you can leave. Nothing comes from her except the sounds of her toes cracking. Now you could totally leave before she could sprint out of the chair and apprehend you but there was this thing over you telling you to stay.
You stared at her powerful dirty soles and began to salivate a little. In your head, you're thinking whats wrong with you but instinct takes over and you approach her soles.
You kneel in front of them and begin to slowly inch your face towards them. Next you grind your nose into them and massage them with your face. Weird how she hasn't said anything yet.
Plating kisses and licking, dirt begins to gather on your tongue. Tiff then grabs your collar with your toes and slaps your face around a bit.
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