It was a warm radiant evening and I was getting a charge out of the hands of my most loved masseur. He is the best around the local area and I was going to snooze off when his telephone rang. He pardoned himself saying it was a family crisis and he expected to venture out to accept the call. I was relaxed to the point that while he was away I rested off. I don't have the foggiest idea how much time had left yet I woke behind to feel his astounding hands rubbing my feet. It felt so great particularly since it felt like he was utilizing his tongue on my delicate soles. I let him know in spite of the fact that it's somewhat unusual, I like it. I pivoted and I was stunned to see a total more odd licking my soles! He embarrassingly apologized and accused his adoration for lovely feet saying he couldn't control his foot interest want when he saw my delicate bottoms and impeccable toes. All things considered he was somewhat charming and I can't lie, when he licked my soles it felt stunning. So I revealed to him I'm not frantic and really I'd like him to continue going...