A Luxuriant Foot Massage

"You want ME to massage YOUR FEET? While you eat?!", the girl gasped, but Jorella only mumbled a mouthful, nodded, and pointed down to her boots.

The girl grumbled, but went about her unenviable task by tugging off the expensive boots and placing them to the side, under the table she was now crawling under.

Jorella wore socks that were so soft, of some material the girl hadn't even seen before, but despite being lovely and embroidered in gold the socks had obvious holes in the toes and heel, where moisture might collect.

It was through these holes that the girl snaked away a treasury of toe rings and anklet bracelets, all in gold with the deepest kinds of stones in green, blue, purple, pink, and red that easy credit could buy.

One by one they were plucked off the fragrant feet of Jorella who only moaned into her meal until the very last was taken like the final berry of a bush, now without any color.When

"Work my soles!", she could make out Jorella calling through another mouthul and vigorously went to work, enraged and clawing at the socks to ruin them further that no amount of darning could save them.

When Jorella belched the girl poked her head up in time to see her untie something around her waist which then seemed to fill the girl with sweet relief.

Her eyes closed, the girl took the opportunity to dash off to the kitchen with the plates and silverware, but most of all the treasure she had taken from those tyrannical toes.

This alone would buy her enough to start a new life.

Then again, she wanted to be rich again.