Self Foot Worship

I used Julia's keys to get into her apartment. It was a nice place. Until I found a sex **** with a mansion, I'd probably make it my base of operations. I was relaxing on the couch when I heard Julia knock on the door. I let her in. She'd walked all the way to her apartment naked and barefoot. Nobody had disturbed her. She was mine to use. As long as her feet were bare, nobody would interfere with me having my way with her.
When Julia came in, I had her sit on the floor while I took a seat on the couch. "What do you want me to do, Master," she asked.
"First, show me your soles."
Julia obeyed, getting on her back and lifting up her feet so I'd get a good view. They were dirty from the walk, but not utterly filthy. Perfect for what I had in mind. "Lick them clean," I ordered.
Julia instantly obeyed, and started cleaning with her tongue. She was enthusiastic, clearly eager to please. But she didn't know what she was doing. Luckily I had a fix for that.

Of all the women who have ever removed their shoes for me, one has been by far the greatest at self foot worship. Her name was Callie, a woman with tan skin and succulent toes. Before leaving her, I'd had her record a little instructional video. I pulled it up on Julia's TV and set it to play on loop. "Watch," I said, "and learn." Julia paid close attention to the video, as Callie's bright and cheerful voice filled the room. While Julia focused on her training, I decided to find my next girl.