I could not keep up with the demand of Andy's giant feet. The giant vessels about 50x my size produced enough sweat to even drown a normal sized man. The large droplets quickly ran down from his toes at the top, collecting the sickly grease and grime along the way where I would be forced to lap it up before it hit the table. I was scared otherwise.
But the flow was too much. I raced often between his feet to catch the buckets of mopey sweat. Andy grumbled, crunching his toes in anger. By God how that scared me. "GOD DAMMIT,FUCK!" Andy yelled and he threw his phone down onto the couch. Just then I tripped as I ran between his massive heels. I floored myself infront of the childish, angry, boy-god; what could be worse?
Andy slowing leaned forward with an angry frown on his face and slowly looked at the two feet. They still seemed dirty almost brown, and there was a small puddle of sweat beneath his feet. I retorted, "Oh God master, I'm sorry, IM REALLY SORRY!!" Then Andy slammed his feet on the table around mecausing me to fall to my knees once again.
Stupid F-ING slave! You can't simply clean my fuckin' feet. Now that this stupid girl blew me off on Snapchat I'm fucking left with blue balls", Andy gave out to me. This scared me. Now Andy got a grin on his face. He started to slowly say, " Now that I'm left hanging and horny, I need a fucking wank, and slave! YOUR COMING WITH! Andy started to laugh maniacally. "Oh-ho. This is going to be fun".... Andy grabbed you in a tight grip and started to walk towards his room. You could hear the pounding of Andy's feet as he ran to his room. Escaping was useless in his fist. Kept in there too long and you would overheat or suffocate! Andy's grip finally loosened an you were thrown down to his desk. The desk was littred with all sorts of items. Pencils, papers, homework, a jar of Vaseline... You saw what and was quickly reaching for. A bottle of super glue.
"Oh God, oh fuck me!" You started to run in the other direction. Suddenly Andy's hand slammed down before you and he said to you in a menacing tone, "This is happening, you little interesting faggot, dead or alive..." You stopped in you tracks and gulped. You saw Andy's big middle finger behind you, it was now lined with glue, all the way up to the tip. "Hehehe", Andy chuckled to himself and then quickly, he picked you up and lined you against his finger and held you down tightly. You were scared out of your pants. You did not know what was coning. Your head lined up perfectly with the top of his finger and your feet only got to the first joint in the finger. Andy stared at you biting his bottom lip, waiting for the excitement. You were now wriggling, desperate to escape what ever was going to happen to you. "Keep still or I'll crack your ribcage." You obeyed now taking deep breath even though Andy radiated a musky smell.
Finally Andy took his hand off of you. You. Were. Stuck. "Oh my God", you screamed. Trying to escape but you were stuck. "Help! Heelllp!". "Ain't no one coning to get you", Andy answered still looking me in the eye.
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