As the two began their long trek home, Anne's desire for the young girl's feet had reached a breaking point. Although she thoroughly enjoyed admiring Sarah barefoot, particularly the way she attempted to hide her bare feet from the general public, Anne decided it was time for her to claim those beautiful feet for herself. But how would she go about it?
This question soon answered itself, as Sarah stopped to examine the bottom of one of her soles, which had accumulated quite a bit of dirt and grime, among other random particles, along the course of their journey. "What's wrong, my dear?" asked Anne in a caring tone. "Nothing" said Sarah "It's just my feet are really tired from walking so much, and now they're really dirty". "Oh, well we can't have that, now can we? Sit down and I'll take care of them for you." Anne said while motioning to a nearby bench. Sarah was a little nervous about someone touching her feet, especially out in public, but she did as she was told. Without even asking, Anne lifted Sarah's foot into her lap and examined the bottom of her sole. Sarah was correct, her feet were positively filthy from walking around barefoot. "Oh my!" said Anne, pretending to be grossed out by Sarah's foot. Sarah blushed, as she was not used to someone being in such close proximity to her bare feet, especially given their current condition. Anne began to press her thumbs into Sarah's sole, and Sarah let out a slight giggle. Anne could not believe how ticklish this girl is. Sarah quickly tried to regain her composure, as her laugh had attracted the eyes of some random strangers, and Sarah was already quite embarrassed at being barefoot in public. Anne went to work on her other sole, gently kneading the soft flesh with her thumbs while fighting back the urge to tickle this girl unmercifully.
"Does that feel any better?" Anne asked gently.
"Yes ma'am" Sarah said, eager to remove her feet from the older woman's lap.
"Wait, what are you doing, my dear? Your feet are still all dirty. You must let me do something about it."
Sarah looked confused. What did she mean 'do something about it'. She need not ponder this question anymore, as Anne brought Sarah's foot up to her face and licked it from bottom to top, savoring the dirt and sweat that fell into her mouth.
"What the hell!" screamed Sarah, clearly outraged that Anne would go as far as to lick her foot in public.
"Your feet are dirty." said Anne. "You said so yourself. And plus, there is no water around here to wash your feet off."
"So that just means you can lick my feet?!" Sarah quickly retorted.
"If you're uncomfortable having your feet cleaned here, you'll have to wait til we get home to wash the dirt off."
"That's fine." Sarah said adamantly.
The two began walking home. Sarah, who was still in kind of a state of shock given the previous events, began walking faster. Anne was fine with this, as she could admire her young houseguest's feet from behind. When they finally arrived at the house, Sarah began to head upstairs to the bathroom.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Anne asked.
"Uh... I'm going to wash off my feet? Remember?"
"Yes, I know that. But remember, you hid my shoes, which means in addition to remaining barefoot for the rest of the day, you aren't allowed to use the washtub either."
"What!?" screamed Sarah "First you make me walk around barefoot, then you lick my feet, and now I can't even wash my feet off in my own house. What's wrong with you?"
"I never said you couldn't wash your feet off" said Anne in a calm, polite manner. "I simply said you could not use the washtub. Now I remember you did not particularly like me cleaning your feet off, so I will let you decide. You may allow me clean your feet off using my mouth, or you may do so yourself."