You could overhear Terry talking with her supervisors about planning for the next school year.
"No way, that budget is too low to keep a consistent quality for our plays. Take away funding from some other program, the kids here work too hard to be short changed like that".
It felt hot that mama bear wanted the best for her program and cubs.
Terry flexed her toes a lot as you rubbed your face into her soles. You then positioned your nose into her toes and artificially squeezed them.
You tap on Terry's foot so she looks at you. You demo the toe squeeze on your nose and she begins to trap your nostrils shut.
You twitched in pleasure as your main source of air was being messed with.
Suddenly as you say thank you in a nasally voice and she is pissed with you making a sound.
She hooks one foot behind your head and presses the other aggressively into your face so you don't make a sound.
She looked so angry and prayed that the other line didn't hear that.
You took her front foot and began to move it in different directions to smother your face.
With a look of disgust, she kicks you backward and palms out her hand, signalling you to stop.
There you sat passively, waiting for the call to end as her toes flexed and her voice got raised.
After about 10 mins, she hangs up the phone.
"Ugh can you believe these people, like they promise one thing then they wanna pull out later. So much back and forth..." Terry was ranting to you.
You smile and pick up her feet to massage it.
You tell her she has an ear to listen, so she continues ranting.
"Funding is nightmare, I mean we're gonna have to plan multiple fund raisers to make up for the difference we lost from the school. That'll eat into rehearsal time and set building..."
She continued as you just enjoyed having her feet in hand.
Midway through her talk she checks on you. "Dear are you okay down there? You don't have to massage my feet anymore or even sit there listening to me".
Truthfully you tell her how tired your hands were getting and she tells you,
"Oh my god, please stop then! You suffering is not good at all".
You smile and play with her toes, buffering before asking her something.
You tell her how she could use you as a foot stool while she continues to vent.
"Footstool? Like that table over there?"
You begin sliding underneath her chair and tell her to use your face.
Looking up, you see her and point to your face, saying feet here please.
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