You were thankful that it was over and the yellowish sock lifted away from you, of course you were far from okay the pressure of the feet above you and the motion of the device insured that you were not only flat but stretched all around the little massage bumps, you couldn't see the outside from you position but you could hear your mother talking to the sale's lady about getting one of the machines you were currently plastered too. You tried to yell out as she walked off towards the counter but you were still squashed flat. It didn't take even a minute to pass before the next customer wanted to use the amazing device not even knowing of your fate a pair of black socks entered belonging to a cute girl about your age and once again the machine ground you into the socks of the woman above. Thankfully these socks were not quite as sweaty as Shannon's but they were dirty enough that you could taste the foot anyway. When the socks retreated you thought that you would have to endure this over and over but as if by some miracle the thing you saw above you was not a sock but a face, your mother's to be exact. She must have realized what had happened and come to rescue you, but she wasn't trying to peel you out? instead she walked over to the register with you still stuck to the massage.
"It's not typical to take the floor model but, since you offered to pay extra for it because we were out We'll make an exception." The exchange happened and you wondered why your mother simply set the massage in a bag and carried you out like that rather than peeling you off. Your question was answered only when you got home and rather than talking to you Shannon immediately set up your prison next to the couch, you were reformed a little and tried to shout but the humming of the device drowned you out.
"It felt so good with socks on, I wonder how great it feels without them" your mother giggled as she sat on the couch and you could see her bare foot decent on you, dripping with a little sweat the ball of her foot squarely on your face now you heard her moan in pleaser again as your body was once again forced to rub her feet all over Soon you had absorbed the sweat and Shannon was relaxing watching T.V. without even realizing her son was giving her the best foot massage she ever had.
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