You’re eating dinner, a sandwich, at the kitchen table, your parents are in the room. Your
You’re eating dinner, a sandwich, at the kitchen table, your parents are in the room. Your hot yet demanding girlfriend comes and sits across and immediately puts her feet on the table next to you. “Rub” she says. Not wanting to upset her in front of your family, you did as she said. You massaged her sweaty feet, rubbing dirt off of her soles as you worked your fingers deeper and deeper to please her. When you were done you were about to get up to go to the sink and wash your hands. She glared at you before you could stand up, knowing that that would be an insult to her. You looked at your sandwich that was only inches from her feet. The smell of her feet was surely reaching the sandwich and the dirt and sweat lingered on your hands. You grabbed the sandwich and continued your meal. She let out a knowing smile. -- source link