This choice: They play footsie with each other until dinner • Go Back...Chapter #4They play footsie with each other until dinner by: Unknown Your mum and Emma continue to play footsie and continue to try and grab you with their feet and toes they continue this for several hours as they chat and drink tea, eventually your younger sister Sarah gets home and goes straight to her room to watch tv;.
Some time later your mum gets up to start preparing dinner, leaving you and Emma alone. “I’m having such a great time, I can’t believe I am going to have you all to myself this weekend!” She says as she pins you underneath her right foot and then wiggles her toes in satisfaction “phew, all that footplay has made my feet really sweaty, I will probably have you clean them once We get home, but can you start licking my toes now” you look up at the soft sweaty aromatic soles that are pinning you too the carpet and begin to kiss and lick them.
Around this time Anita comes home exhausted from work and gives all the girls hugs and greets them, she says hello to you and that she’d missed you but not much else, she sits on the couch and kicks off her high heels letting out a strong sweet foot odor as Emma slides you from underneath her feet to underneath Anita’s feet “Thanks Guy I’ve had the longest week of work and I’ve been dying to have a little man to work on my feet, if you could rub on them to that would be awesome” Anita said as you leaned into her arch with your shoulder trying to please her; you hear Anita moan in satisfaction as Emma slides back into her flats.
Then your mum comes in to let you all you all know that dinner is ready you get to the table to see a massive chicken with rolls and green beans, everyone sits down, except you as there was no place at the table, you politely ask your mum if you could sit at the table “Little men hardly ever get a seat at the table unless if they’re on it” she said with a laugh, “but since you’ve been so good cleaning my shoes and entertaining our guests I guess we could let you tonight” she runs off and comes back with a massive high chair and sits you between Sarah and Anita,
Sarah protests “ why do we have to have Guy at the table, he’s a boy and he smells like feet!” Your mum bursts in saying “ Guy has been very good today and tended to all of our toes and cleaned my shoes, it’s just natural he would smell like sweaty feet and some girls like the smell, so could you just put up with it for tonight” your sister backs off but she still despised the fact you’re at the table. you got a small portion of chicken and had to eat it with your hands as forks were to heavy, as Sarah was passing you the butter she purposely spilled it on you “oops! Sorry “ she said in a bratty tone your mum was fine with your sister treating you badly but wasting food and causing a fuss at the table weren’t ok, she told Sarah to go to her room as she stomped off in a defiant rage “ Your never going to be anything more than a foot boy!” she said as she left the table you were still drenched in warm butter.
” Anita could you clean guy off” your mum said as Anita moaned some clearly still exhausted from her job, Emma perked up and took you too the kitchen sink instead of washing you with water she got out her tongue and proceeded to lick you up and down you were somewhat afraid but you didn’t think she’d eat you. she sucked your legs and feet most of all, licking your feet and toes as her lips engulfed your legs, then she licked you up and down and sucked your area until she was sure you had came, all the while she moaned with pleasure as She proceeded to taste you, “mmmm, you do smell like feet she said” there was a pause “hope I didn’t scare you too bad I hope you know I wasn’t going to eat you, well unless if you wanted me to”, she giggles at the thought “I just wanted to lick the butter and foot smell off of you, this can be our secret” Emma says winking at you
She brings you back to the table and sets you down your mum looks at you suspiciously, before continuing dinner you finish dinner and your Mum, Anita and Emma keep chatting for a while, eventually Anita and Emma have to go, Your mum tells you to be good and to remember Emma can do anything She wants with you over the weekend. Emma takes you and puts you in the passenger seat of her black Chevrolet Suburban you look out your window to see massive skyscrapers as you leave your small suburb and drive about 30 minutes into the city. Eventually you pull into a parking garage and go up an elevator to the upper penthouse of the building, you look to see a large kitchen with an island, massive windows with a living room and shag carpet, huge flat screen tv and on the deck was an above ground swimming pool, you look up to see a modern chandelier and the ceiling even at your small size appears to be eighty feet up even when compared to Emma’s above average height. Emma strolls by as you marvel at her amazing penthouse, Emma sprawls out on the couch and looks at the time,10:00-Friday, She kicks off her flats and lets her feet air out as she appears to enjoy the smell, picking up her flats to press her nose into them and inhale, she turns to you and says “we don’t have a lot of Time to do anything today, we can do one thing today before I have to go to bed” she says thinking suddenly she perks up “I’ve always wanted to
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