As we prepared to head to the company holiday Tori slipped on her knee-high stockings. I could help but stare as she slipped the nylons over her tiny little feet. I watched as she wiggled her toes to make sure they fit just perfect. She is a faithful girl that would never cheat on her boyfriend, but I didn't want to touch her feet. I asked if she would mind if I gave her a foot massage and she agreed. After a long day she was in need of a nice foot rub.

This was the first time I was actually able to touch her feet. They were ever softer than I imagined. From our previous ...

As we prepared to head to the company holiday Tori slipped on her knee-high stockings. I could help but stare as she slipped the nylons over her tiny little feet. I watched as she wiggled her toes to make sure they fit just perfect. She is a faithful girl that would never cheat on her boyfriend, but I didn't want to touch her feet. I asked if she would mind if I gave her a foot massage and she agreed. After a long day she was in need of a nice foot rub.

This was the first time I was actually able to touch her feet. They were ever softer than I imagined. From our previous conversations she let me know she had never had her feet worshipped before. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but I had to ask. As she laid back watching TV I asked if she would mind if I smelled her feet. Most women would be startled by such a strange request. But Tori just smiled and gave me permission.

From the first day I met her this was the moment I had dreamed of. Pressing her slightly smelly feet against my face and enjoying her cent. I let her know how much I enjoyed the smell of her feet and I think she liked that. She let me indulge in her most secrete place and was begging to enjoy it. The most attention I showed her feet the more comfortable she became. Eventually she felt confident to take control and talked me through her first foot worship. Enjoy!