Get a Pedicure

Summer's first task was to get a pedicure. She drove to the place her Master had recommended, and walked in. She was greeted by a barefoot woman with short, blond hair. "My name is Tay," she said. "Is this your first time here?"
"Yes," Summer answered.
"Were you sent by Doctor Crane?"
"Yes," Summer said.
"Is he your master, owner of your mind, body, and spirit."
"Of course."
"Then follow me to the back room," Tay instructed.
Summer followed Tay. The woman sat her down in a nice chair. Summer propped her feet up on a stool. And Tay went to town on them.
Summer thought she knew foot worship. But Tay was something else. There was a hunger, a devotion to it. She hoped one day she could be a foot slut like that.
Summer was getting more and more turned on as the tongue-bath continued. She didn't quite cum, but she was close. Eventually, Tay must have judged her task complete. She rest of the pedicure was much more standard, with files and nail polish and the like. Summer stood up to leave. But before she did, she had one thing to ask Tay.