This morning when I crawled into the office of the Lady President, @the-queen-snake, the royal Queen of the Villainess Feet Corporation, I saw her at her standing desk reviewing a report prepared by Miss Secretary on the weekly productivity metrics of the office footsies. From the tap, tap, tapping of her foot clad in a perfectly pink high heel shoe, I could tell my President was not happy with what she was reading.
I lay prone at her feet and did my best to give her feet the attention She demands, even though the task was made far more difficult having to work around both the shoe leather and her constant foot tapping. More than once my tongue just escaped being trapped between her shoe and the floor. My tongue strained to lick the bottom of her foot, my face pressed right against her skin. My President graciously lifted her toes ever so slightly as I worshipped them enabling me to suck them completely clean.
