Confessions of a foot slave
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I then felt his studded cleat press down on my throat.
I really want to worship his feet one day.
I just knelt there obediently waiting for what was coming next.
I heard the sound of his cleats clap their way towards me before I saw his shadow darkened my vision.
He used my crotch as a shoe horn to release his other foot and rubbed my aching bulge.
He took them over to his desk, I walked towards him and reached for the bowl.
Under the foot of their Superior, do you understand, faggot? Please use the dog, Sir.
Simon knew what was coming… When he and his team arrived at the football ground earlier today, they where certain of victory.