Wanna know what the toughest part of owning a business is? That whole owning it part...
When stuff hits the fan, it hits your fan the hardest, and right now I’m very glad I’ve got my own personal house pet to worship all my worries away! As I finish up as much damage control as I can at the office, I look to my personal assistant and tell him to go get a few bottles of, get his butt to my house, and be waiting to worship my tired, sweaty, nylon soles when I walk in the door! I look out the window as he leaves my office... It’s pouring outside, the thunder hammering down on the city...
Wanna know what the toughest part of owning a business is? That whole owning it part...
When stuff hits the fan, it hits your fan the hardest, and right now I’m very glad I’ve got my own personal house pet to worship all my worries away! As I finish up as much damage control as I can at the office, I look to my personal assistant and tell him to go get a few bottles of, get his butt to my house, and be waiting to worship my tired, sweaty, nylon soles when I walk in the door! I look out the window as he leaves my office... It’s pouring outside, the thunder hammering down on the city. Go figure... When it rains it pours right?
Like a good boy, he does exactly what I say, and I walk in the door to be greeted with a very large glass of, and a chair ready for me to prop my pampered feet up on. I need not bother taking my sexy heels off, I know how eager he is to do it... How eager he is to bury his face in my satin, nylon soles, to smell and lick the stressful day right off of my perfect feet. He really is so lucky to have these incredible feet of mine.
As he slips me out of my warm heels, the cool air feels lovely kissing at my ridiculously soft feet, and when his lips come to contact with my nylons, my soles scrunch slightly in pure delight! Then he buries his eager face in my sweaty nylons, rubbing the sweet smell of my feet all over his face, and I smile, knowing it won’t be long until I forget all about that tough day.
My feet are so sensitive from being in those pumps for 13 hours, that when he starts licking my soles, I can almost instantly feel myself getting wet... Perhaps I’ll have him eat my pussy all night when I’m done having him tend to my feet? The thought is interrupted as he begin’s to free my satin pink sole from the warm, moist confines of my nylon. Licking and nibbling it off inch by inch, his tongue so excited to be diving in and out of the wrinkles covering my high arch. With how incredibly sensitive my soles are, I find myself fighting the urge to giggle as the ticklish sensations of his skilled worship, dance in perfect balance with the erotic sensations! My panties are soaked before the second nylon is even off...
He can still sense my tension from the day and bravely throws in some quick tickling to my very ticklish right sole. He knows he is ONLY ever allowed to tickle when given permission, and I will NEED to punish him for that little stunt... later. Right now, I’m too tired and relaxed, the combination of his mouth on my soles and the huge glass red happily dancing through body, making everything feel so warm and fuzzy. As the thunder crashes down once more in anger, I smile in defiance...
