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Oh, that's great. Listen, I just got home from work. Long day. Why don't you take all that stuff out to the kitchen and bring a glass to the living room. I want to relax for a few minutes and I could surely use a foot massage right now. You know, heels." she said, nodding to the floor.

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To feel my feet." Donna laughed. "What you are saying is, you're gonna pay me a lot of money to give me a foot massage?" Jamie..." Rita started, sounding somewhat more serious, "Is that why you suggested to massage my feet in the first place? Because it would make you hard?"

They entered the room. Amazingly, her friend was almost as pretty as her. Like a blonde version. I felt stupid standing there doing the dishes. Hello!" I said. I turned to shake hands with Donna, but she just stood there watching me. "Well the food is… here." I said, pointing to my stomach. This is so pathetic I almost can't stand talking to you. But all right, here's the deal: pay me two thousand up front, and you can massage my feet for like fifteen minutes. No penis, nothing except the massage. You can come to my office and do it on wednesday at two. Agreed?" she said. I had not even eaten yet. She had been treating me like a fool, a servant. Hardly talking to me. And now she wanted me to leave. I didn't know what to say. She stretched her leg out. She still wore the nylons from work, obviously. I noticed right away her foot was smelly. Yet it was slender, tiny and beautiful, as expected.

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You're pathetic." she said, more like a statement of common knowledge than an insult. "Get in the kitchen, and bring us the vine." I know" Rita said. She looked at me. "Bring us some anyway, Jamie. Maybe we'll have a taste. And bring more vine."Paul was out every weekend and had his way with women. He was good looking and usually got what he wanted. That's right. It's comfortable here, but something is missing, and it bothers me on days like today. There is nowhere to put my feet up. It's that one thing which stops me from feeling truly comfortable." she said. It's Rita's thing, mainly. She likes to play around with men like that, if she's not attracted to them. I join in sometimes, like today." Donna said casually. If you still haven't figured, we are staying right here until you tell me loud and clear what I should do to you." Rita said. Desperate, I put my tongue into the disgusting mess and lap it all up. It was difficult to swallow it without puking. I coughed a lot, which seemed to put the women in a better mood. They both giggled. Rita lifted my head by the hair so they could both watch my face again. It was probably red from the orgasm, the slapping and from being down by the floor.