Ive asked Dorothy about what kind of boots she had which I havent seen yet, she told me about this warm, brown shoe, that she found totally inadequate for the present summer warmth. Now, thats the point, isnt it? So I asked her, to have those warm footwear on the next day, and to make it more kinky, wrap her feet in plastic foil instead of socks! She agreed, I picked her up early afternoon, in the greatest time of the day. Instantly we drove to a abandon spot, where we wedged poor Clarissa under the car totally vulnerable and ordered her to smell the reeking stink of Dorothys sweaty feet and bear the abjection, as she would wipe the salty sweat into her tongue!
