Nope. With Jess effortlessly batting her sandal about as she works away above you, all the muscle in your inch-tall body isn't enough to resist her. Your grip tears free, and you fall toward those active, fleshy monsters as they rattle against the sandal-floor.
You smack into a nail, your ears ringing but your body as-yet uncrushed. Tenderly, you rise up into a crouch, sitting atop the middle toe of the left foot, which is currently still. You see that the sandal's edge rises vertically 'beneath' the toe - ninety degrees from the low ground. Seems that the girl has stopped wiggling her toes for the moment, and is instead stretching them up as far as she can.
As a connoisseur of female feet, you're well used to this manoeuvre, and similarly know that it won't last forever. Soon the toe-drumming will resume, or else Jess will start rotating at the ankle, either activity spelling certain pain for your tiny self.
So, not much time to save yourself, and hopefully not too much of a concussion throbbing inside your skull. Step one: get off the toe. So, you drop yourself onto the strap, from warm skin to cold strap, and hold tight.
It would be impulsive to proceed further, when Jess' merest motion would upset your plans, with lethal results. Best to wait for what she does, and react to the giantess' whims.
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