Lunch Massage
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 13
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She presses her right sole down on him. “I need you to lick and rub my foot,” she commanded.
“But…” Phil began. Ms. Prittey simply added more pressure preventing him from being able to talk. Phil realized he had no choice and acquiesced. He rubbed her tongue against her salty sole, sliding his body up and down as he moved back and forth. It would be easier if he wasn’t actually hungry: his saliva had already built up.
Ms. Prittey, herself, grabbed her lunch fron the drawer and leaned, careful not to move her foot in the process. She giggled at the tickling sensation as she ate her food. Once he finished, she switched him over to the other foot.
After about 30 minutes the bell rang. Ms. Prittey snaps into action to prepare for another class of students.
“But…” Phil began. Ms. Prittey simply added more pressure preventing him from being able to talk. Phil realized he had no choice and acquiesced. He rubbed her tongue against her salty sole, sliding his body up and down as he moved back and forth. It would be easier if he wasn’t actually hungry: his saliva had already built up.
Ms. Prittey, herself, grabbed her lunch fron the drawer and leaned, careful not to move her foot in the process. She giggled at the tickling sensation as she ate her food. Once he finished, she switched him over to the other foot.
After about 30 minutes the bell rang. Ms. Prittey snaps into action to prepare for another class of students.
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