Loving Scarlett's Feet: My First Lesbian Foot Worship With My Best Friend

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So I began to press my tongue against her arch. Against her heel. On her full sole. And then she woke up. Angry. Ahead lay visual images, audio sounds, and verbal descriptions of a sexually oriented and frankly erotic nature.

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I must confess I enjoyed it like none of my boyfriends had made me feel. Or it could just be because it was my first time with a girl. I believe she knew I was just pretending to be asleep. Do you like how I decorated my house slave? Before it was so dark and old fashioned. To say nothing of those horrible pictures scattered around the entire house that i did throw in the trash - Megan said pulling the leash and forcing me to look into her eyes.

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Not too bad for a first try,” she mused. “I suppose it will do for now, but later I want to see some tears when you beg. All right, honky, get busy and kiss my shoes!” Now I am working as an assistant in a local office where I stay alone in a rent out apartment. It is 50 miles drive to my Goddess (aunt's) place. I was Yes Mistress - i said returning to be a human being after spending the whole afternoon behaving like a dog. As I predicted there was nothing familiar to me in that room. There was no trace of the old furniture of my parents, no trace of the photographs that filled that room to which my mother was so fond. Megan clapped her hands with joy and she ran to the new king-size bed pulling me with her. Only when I was at the foot of the bed I saw that on the ground , on the left side (the one farthest from the door) there was a large dog bed and for me it was not difficult to imagine who would sleep in that bed. Megan led me right to the dog bed and said :

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Oh I almost forgot - she said stopping abruptly - There are pictures that may interest you, look good around - and with a last giggle she was gone. Unable to bear her gaze i looked towards the floor defeated. Megan threw herself on the bed giggling happily, then she begins to stroke my hair and once again I felt strangely happy while my Mistress took care of me. Fine, okay." she said, and before she could say anything else Kylie skidded her stool closer up to the desk and put her foot up next to Sarah’s. Come in here little doggy , come to smell your Mistress sweaty shoes - i crawled to her and i put my nose inside the shoe that my Mistress was holding in her hand. The odour was quite strong but that didn’t stop me from sniffing her foot scent like a hunting dog. I could smell the leather past the foot scent of my Mistress , a fragrancy that i smelled so many times in these day that i would have recognized it among a thousand. Immediately passed through my head the image of me crawling at the feet of dozens of girls smelling one foot after the other.

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Love has no limits; even on SL you can find true love. Miss Saphira and Slave Zeboran have indeed found that.