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An afternoon in ecstasy--kissing these ravishing soft, smooth soles. Very slowly kissing every inch--going even slower over the precious toes of the Master. If so fortunate to be able to lick his exquisite feet, that too would be a very slow process. Running one's tongue over the soft arch of his foot would be such pleasure. Moving one's tongue between the delicate toes is pure enjoyment. Not to forget the worshipping of the Master's slippers. He enjoys to see his prostrated subjects worship his soft, beautiful slippers that his smooth, beautiful feet so enjoy wearing. To lick the soles of these thin leather slippers and try to absorb the essence left from His magnificent feet. |
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