Sheila stretched out on a chair before bed, her feet propped up on the footstool. her nails were bright red, her skin pale, and she was clean, but that didn't matter. slave avril, licking drool from her lips, crawled on her knees, closer and closer to her feet. "lick!" sheila said, and avril dug her face between her toes, licking every millimeter. drool dripped down her feet, making them glisten as if oiled. avril slurped like a pig, swallowing her thumbs down to her tonsils, while sheila laughed, "bigger! drooler!" avril's toenails scraped her cheeks in her mouth. "you're going slow, bitch!" and avril dove back into the sweat-scented folds of skin. drool spreads across the floor, and her feet glisten as if smeared with grease. finally, sheila slaps her foot across the slave's face: "you're my drooling doormat now!"
