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I tapped the ball of my left shoe impatiently into my under-the-desk toe suckers’ crotch. The soft surface was stiffening with every anxious tap. My legs were crossed, and my right high heel was dangling from my toes just in front of his face. I knew he could feel my anxiety; that’s why he is here. To destress me when work makes me want to pull my hair out.
“For fucks sake.” I huffed as my email pinged, and the reply I’d been waiting on was being taken in a different direction than it needed to go. “How stupid can you be?” I asked my screen and felt my under-the-desk toe suckers’ hands grip my right ankle. He slipped off my shoe and kissed the bottoms of my nylon toes. The slight tickle pulled me back into my seat, and I closed my eyes.
Under-the-Desk Toe Sucker
His soft lips trailed down my arch, and I inhaled deeply before letting it out slowly and easily. He was silent as he licked along the edges of my feet and sucked my big toe between his lips. He knows just how to ease back my tensions, with his thumbs kneading my soles and his tongue swirling around.
Another ping of my email made my hands clutch the arms of my chair. Work can be so infuriating. I shifted my left foot to knock off my high heel and rubbed against my slave’s hard crotch. Settling me always makes his dick dribble in his pants, which makes me so happy—just distracting me enough to gather my thoughts before I sit back up and tackle the little email fiasco.
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