You told me to wait for you and that you were on your way. After waiting for a moment, my patience begins grows thin and I decide to make use of my time. I set myself up a make shift work area and begin working.

You finally arrive and lay before my feet. Upset with your tardiness, I begin to tease you with my flip flops in an angry manner. You try to explain yourself but I’m not interested in anything you have to say.

Less talking. More licking.

I begin to instruct you on how to worship my soles even though they’re filthy and covered in my spit. You want to make u... Show more