Stuck Under Soles

I’ve asked Dorothy about what kind of shoes she had which I haven’t seen yet, she told me about this warm, brown shoe, that she found totally inadequate for the present summer heat. Now, that’s the point, isn’t it? So I asked her, to have those warm shoes 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 hottest time of the day. Immediately we drove to a quit spot, where we stuffed poor Clarissa under the car totally helpless and ordered her to smell the reeking stink of Dorothy’s sweaty feet and endure the humiliation, as she would wipe the salty sweat into her tongue!