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 fever. Now, thats the point, isnt it? So I asked her, to have those warm boots 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 best time of the day. Instantly we drove to a abandon spot, where we rammed poor Clarissa under the car totally defenseless and ordered her to smell the reeking stink of Dorothys sweaty feet and endure the humiliation, as she would wipe the salty sweat into her tongue!
