The apology

You sigh, but are relieved when both girls let go of your legs, allowing you to finally stop being so stretched out.

You slowly work your way over back towards them. A very basic feat for anyone, but with the immense ball pain you're in, it takes a while.

Both beautiful women extend a foot towards you. You weakly hold both in each hand as you're lying down, on your stomach.

You begin with Zara's ebony foot. You kiss the bridge of the goddess's destroyer of your manhood and head. Your girlfriend caresses the back of your head with her 3 toes, starting at the big toe, and using up to her middle.

"So, what do you have to say for yourself?" Zara asks.

"I was wrong. I'm sorry." You say weakly, but loud enough to be heard from your position, even with a foot by your mouth.

You then switch over to your girlfriend, slowly kissing her foot up. She loved when you started at the heel, and worked your way around, and you did just that. Once you got to her toes, she hardly had to try to pry your lips apart, before inserting her foot into your mouth.

You moved both hands over to her foot, and massaged it while you passionately kissed for an apology. Once she was satisfied, she pulled up on your hair, signaling you to rise up.

Once you were more level with her, she kissed you on the lips, moved by your ear, and whispered

"If you ever do that to my boobs again, I will stomp your pathetic balls into non-existence."

With that, she gave you a light kick to your sac

"Now move all the furniture back."