"Can I get a drink?" you ask sorely, trying to hide your fetish. She nods her head and says, "I have some Romani Milk right over there." She got up and you no longer had to worry about asking her to remove her shoes. She did so once she got up to get the milk. You take time to look at her feet as she walks over to get you milk. You notice that her soles are quite dirty, but that's not very surprising considering she lives on a ranch. On her way back towards your bed, you manage to get a good look at her toes. They are unpainted, as many girls feet were in that day and age, and had dirt on the tips. She sat next to you on the bed and offers you milk. You thank her, trying not to let her notice you staring at her feet, and take a drink. You desperately want to satisfy your fetish, but are unsure of how you can start. Unknown to you, Malon unwittingly starts that chain of events by...