Taking the safe road, you continue to polish the toe cap of her boot. AJ stays on her phone, paying absolutely no attention to you or your work. Your erection is fading. The fact that your very life could be on the line could have a bit of a tendency to turn some one off. Yet, you're still hanging in there.
Barely a minute has passed by the time AJ looks down from her phone to look at the progress that you've made. Not much.
She lifts up her right shoe, inspects it, then lifts up the other. Tisking and shaking her head, she puts both feet down and places her hands on her hips.
"Sorry my tiny friend", she says down to you, "But that is just not going to do".
"What?" you ask, "What the hell do you mean?"
Before you can get an answer, AJ lifts up her boot and hovers it over you. You fall back, raising your hands up, begging for mercy.
The boot comes crashing down, sending chunks of your very flesh and bones and fluids all over the floor and splattering all about the bottom of her boot.
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