Yes I am Fred, you say with a smile. You and Fred sit down on one of the many beanbag chairs in the lounge. You position yours in front of hers and she puts her feet in your lap. You're such a sweetheart for doing this for little old me. No problem, you say as you remove her heels. You painted your feet? I let them dry before I put the stockings on. No, it's not bad, it's just cute is all. You think my feet are cute? Uh, yeah kinda. You grab her stockinged feet and start to rub them.
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