The safehouse

Your lead around various alley ways and back roads keeping a low profile whilst Robin navigates the streets with ease,
"where are the rest of the crew?" you ask, "they all have their own things to do, Franky is just a distraction" Robin laughs.
Deep into the town you finally come to a 3 story apartment, unlocking the door Robin signals for you to enter first,
"After you" she says pointing, you enter the building and go up the stairs which occupy the first floor. Reaching the top you are greeted with a rustic looking living room, there are sofa's and tables dotted around the room and a huge fire place at the back of the room. Following you close behind Robin speaks up, "so how do we go about this, Mr Masseur?, Robin seems to be a lot **** now that she's out of the public as you can tell her body language has relaxed, "take a seat wherever you wish" you smile with open arms, Robin removing her cloak makes her way over the seat near the window.

Robin's figure is tall, slender, and athletic, her limbs are very long especially her legs, and she has a narrow waist.
She's well endowed and estimate her boobs to be around an E-cup. She's wearing a pale pink skirt which goes down to her ankles, and a blue collard vest which a zip at the front, it's halfway done up exposing her huge cleavage. Her red 3 inch heels tap the floor before she finally sits down crossing her legs, "will this do?" she asks smiling, "just fine, now grab a book and relax" you say walking over to her. Your heart is pounding as you can't believe this is really going to happen,
"the Gods must be looking over me" you think before kneeling in front of her. Already absorbed in her book Robin says
"start with the right foot. Oh I haven't had time to shower today so they're going to be smell, believe me they reek" she says blushing, unfolding her legs she extends her right leg to you, you have to move back a bit so her leg is fully stretched out.
"It's part of the job" you reassure, placing your hand on her ankle you carefully remove her red heel.

Placing her heel on the floor you fully take in the beauty of her foot. In your hands rest a pale size 8 foot, her soles are sublimely soft and her toes long, "not as long as Poppy's" you say, "What was that?" Robin says peeking up from her book.
"Ah e-er, beautiful feet" you smile, "I do take pride in my feet" she says, "My toes are perfect length and look at this arch" she says flexing her foot, a deep arch appears and you can see her neatly, black painted toe nails, "yes they truly are a work of art" you reply marvelling as her arch, "so kind" Robin says returning to her book, "sorry about the smell".

A strong cheesy odour radiates from her warm foot as you begin to press your thumbs into her soles deeply rubbing from ball to heel. Small wrinkles appear around her soles as you begin to slide your fingers in between her toes, you can feel warm moisture coat your fingers as her sweat covered toes flex around your digits. Robin lets out small moans whilst your hands continue to work their way around her foot, "guess I am good this" you think, "but i've gotta do something better to persuade her to let me join their crew", whilst thinking of a way you can better the massage you remove her other heel and begin to apply pressure to her sole.