Dylan makes a joke and you laugh and brush your hand against his feet, and he barely notices that you touched them. You both go back to playing the game. Then you say to him, let's make things a little more interesting...if i win the next game you have to...um kiss my feet...if you win, I'll make it even better, if you win, ill be your footslave for the entire time your visiting. Is it a deal? Dylan says hell ya, i have never had a footslave before and it will be funny when i kick your butt at this next game. The game goes on as a grueling match and then you wind up losing, but next exactly sad about it! Dylan says ok dude, you lost now you have to be my footslave. First thing is my, smell my socks and tell me how bad they stink. He plants both of his sweaty socks on your face at the same time. you suck in the aroma as it is making you very excited. You tell him, not too bad (when in all reality a normal person would say they stink really bad), and Dylan laughs at you because you are smelling his feet. Then Dylan says...
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