Her feet. There has to be a reason it's so common of a fetish.

"Show me your left foot." Alice raises an eyebrow, but complies. She is still wearing her heels and socks. The smell once you pull off the sock takes you by surprise. A sour, bitter smell creeps into your nostrils and fogs up your brain. It smells similar to the sweat you already smelled today, but it has it's own, unique note. You put the drenched sock to the side and pull the now bare foot up to your nose.

Maybe the smell is just fucking with your brain, but her foot looks suddenly very erotic to you. She moves her toes as if to entice you, and you want nothing more than to have a taste, but first comes first. You inhale.

The smell is addictive. It smells disgusting, revolting, yet so unbelievablg sexy. Maybe its precisely the fact that this smell is so awful that triggers your degenerate kinkbrain to associate it with pleasure. Or maybe you would appreciate a less sweaty foot just as much, you don't know. But in any case, you do love this. You inhale again, letting out a long moan after the smell fully envelops your brain again..

"I thought only creepy weirdo boys were into feet..." came a stray thought from Alice. You ignore her and run your tongue along her sole. The taste is amazing too. You involuntarily let out a disappointed whimper when you realize that each lick makes both the smell and the taste slightly fainter.

You cant believe it. You really cant, but its true. Youre a footslut. You simultaneously curse and thank the universe for this absolute nightmare/great gift. "B-but if it's Sarah, then it's o-okay...." Alice just looks happy you enjoy any part of her body.

After a good 15 minutes of detailed oral attention you reluctantly **** yourself away fom the foot, now thoroughly cleaned from heel to toe. You Alice's discarded sock and the gears in your head begin to turn. Before rational thought can get in the way you grab it, hold it over your open mouth and wring it like a towel. Sadly, only a few drops are squeezed out, but you are thankful for even that. Alice looks shocked you like any part of her body this much, and you agree. You pull the sock back over her foot and help her into her shoe.

With a self-inflicted slap to the cface, you will your unwanted newly discovered obsession with feet back in the vault for now and focus on the task, or rather, the bitch at hand.

"Present yourself." you say.