Lilith and Laila are the bratty best friends I could never deserve to worship, and yet they allowed me to do so. The two start by demanding I clean their boots by tongue. "How's that toilet water taste?" Laila asks me as I clean up whatever filth my two Goddesses have managed to track onto their boots. The demeaning task was very painful, the rough boot soles rubbing my tongue like sandpaper until it was very sore. My Goddesses were pleased enough to allow me to remove their boots and worship their perfect feet. Lilith didn't wear socks today, but Laila has been wearing the same socks for T... Show more