You were a bit anxious, as you looked at Flanney's puzzled face.
"Umm, well..." You found yourself turning red.
"What is it? Spit it out." Finally, you found the courage to mutter "How 'bout a massage?"
"A massage? What kind?"
"Whatever you like."
"How about a foot massage?"
"Alright with me." She said. She leaned back. When she was finally in a comfortable, she kicked her legs up out of the warm water. You stared for a few seconds, your mouth slightly open. How you wanted to lick and smell her feet. You started to massage. You started with the ball of her left foot, rubbing in a left to right motin with your thumbs. Her feet were very soft and warm from the sping water. You noticed Flannery was starting to close her eyes. You rubbed in a circular motion, then moved through her toes and heel. Though she didn't know it, you were enjoying the massage more than she was. When you were finished, you heard a soft sigh. You worked on her right foot, looking up to see that her eyes were fully closed, her cheeks blushing. She was obviously enjoying herself. You grinned an glanced at her delicate foot then at her face. Taking advantage, you leaned in and could faintly smell her feet, despite the water in the bath. You were a bit flusterred with the aroma of Flannery's feet and leaned in a little more. Then you...
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