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I think there's something in the shoe," remarked Glenda. "Just between my
toes and the ball of my foot."

"Oh, that's supposed to be there," responded Miranda with a laugh. "It feels
good if you rub your foot against it and if you clench your toes around it."

Mike felt her moist sock toes tighten around his nose, as he inhaled the scent
of her stinky foot. "You're right," said Glenda, "it does feel good. And those
rollers; I think I'm in heaven."

Poor Mike was the farthest thing from heaven as he took breath after breath
of her fetid foot odor. It was like being trapped inside her saddle shoe while she
worked. And if she said she'd been wearing her shoes for two days straight, he
wouldn't have been surprised. her feet positively reeked. But he breathed it in, as
she rubbed her foot against his nose, and curled her sock toes about it. He began
to feel a bit queasy from inhaling nothing but her foot stink, but he had to stink it
out. For a full fifteen minutes.