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Lost in my deviant lust filled world of being consumed by the beautiful girl's feet despite how dirty they were, I was mortified when a thumping kick rippled through my leg and I looked up to see another woman staring down at me. My face was covered in grime now and her face said everything to how disgusted she was at my deviant desires. "Eww, what a nasty little pig you are. Are you really getting off licking all the filth off those feet?" I couldn't speak. I felt humiliated and degraded as my mind crashed back into the reality of what I was doing. The woman wasn't going away or letting up however and waited for my answer. "I'm sorry," was all I could manage, which elicited a laugh from the girl whose feet I had been cleaning. "Miserable little foot cleaners like you deserve to be used and abused. I think it's about time we doubled your workload, Doormat. My feet are tired from a full day's work trapped in my court shoes. The sweat has mopped up a good measure of grime from the train floor on my walk over here. That's where you come in. You are going to lick all that nastiness off my feet while you continue to clean hers. I hope you choke on it!"

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Lost in my deviant lust filled world of being consumed by the beautiful girl's feet despite how dirty they were, I was mortified when a thumping kick rippled through my leg and I looked up to see another woman staring down at me. My face was covered in grime now and her face said everything to how disgusted she was at my deviant desires. "Eww, what a nasty little pig you are. Are you really getting off licking all the filth off those feet?" I couldn't speak. I felt humiliated and degraded as my mind crashed back into the reality of what I was doing. The woman wasn't going away or letting up however and waited for my answer. "I'm sorry," was all I could manage, which elicited a laugh from the girl whose feet I had been cleaning. "Miserable little foot cleaners like you deserve to be used and abused. I think it's about time we doubled your workload, Doormat. My feet are tired from a full day's work trapped in my court shoes. The sweat has mopped up a good measure of grime from the train floor on my walk over here. That's where you come in. You are going to lick all that nastiness off my feet while you continue to clean hers. I hope you choke on it!"