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She strides in, her loafers clunking on the hardwood floor, announcing her presence. He's been waiting, eager to serve. She sits, feet up on the coffee table, commanding him to remove her shoes. He does, reverently, revealing her bare feet, already damp with sweat from the day's work. He licks, he sucks, he slides her feet into his mouth, his nose buried in her arch. She moans, pushing her feet deeper, her pleasure evident as he services her, her feet his temple, her loafers his sacred offerings.