You suddenly remember what you really came for. A beer! Besides, having a brew to kick back with will make Carrie's yoga session that much more entertaining. So you excuse yourself and wander toward the kitchen. When you get there, Teri is sitting at a table on her phone. You see her petite foot wagging back and forth compulsively. It catches your eye as you've always had a thing for feet.
"Hey weirdo, are you enjoying my feet?" Teri asks.
Fuck, you're caught. There's really no denying it as a little bit of drool falls from your mouth under her watchful eyes.
"Oh, sorry. I'm just gonna grab a beer."
You quickly reach for the fridge and pick out a beer. Then turn tail and try to retreat.
"Hey, you're not getting off that easily. If you like my feet so much why don't you come over and sit on the floor next to them?"
Unable to disobey a pretty girl and fully aware you love her feet anyway you walk over and get on your knees next to the table.
"Crawl under the table. Good. Now, what shall I do with you?"
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