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She commands, you obey. In the dimly lit room, a woman, clad in black ankle socks, orders you to her feet. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of her soles, arched perfectly, wrinkles visible through the thin fabric. You lean in, worshipping each sole in missionary position, feeling the soft material against your lips. She guides your head, urging you to lick, to suck, to cherish every inch of her feet.