Lolah takes her time, she loves the feel of the earth and grass clinging to her feet, knowing her slave will polish them to perfection. lucy is already waiting on her knees, her eyes downcast. lolah approaches and places her feet on the footrest, signaling that it's time to begin. "clean. thoroughly," she says coldly. lola watches her slave work diligently—running her tongue between her toes, licking every crease, every millimeter of skin. occasionally she pauses to swallow, but she doesn't dare interrupt. "there's some left between her toes," she says, and the slave plunges her tongue into the spaces again, licking until they squeak. finally, she nods in satisfaction and allows the slave to kiss her toes in gratitude.
