"...kiss our feet!" Anbar made you get down on your hands and feet as the two sisters sat on a bench as Alia took off her socks and shoes. Anbar was the first to wave one of her feet in front of your face. "Kiss it!" The little girl ordered. Reluctantly, you bring your mouth to her foot and you brace yourself for the rancid taste you were about to experience. It was warm and you could tell sweat had dried on it. "Keep kissing!" The little girl ordered.
Alia stopped her sister, giving you a moment of precious relief. "Wait, if someone sees us, they might try taking our little toy away. Let's take him home. Mom and Dad on on that trip to Europe for the month, remember?"
Terrific, you think, a whole month of being humiliated by little girls and nothing stopping them. What next? Alia reached into your pocket and pulled out your keys and your cell phone. Giving you the phone, she ordered "Call your mom and tell her a friend invited you to stay over for a while."
Seeing you not moving, Anbar added in "Do it, or we call her and tell her your grades."
You take the phone and make the call. Hanging up, you tell your little mistresses. "She says it's fine, but I need to pick up my clothes from there."
"Don't worry about clothes, we'll take care of them for you." Alia said deviously.
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