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"Yeah, well it's my turn, and my feet are killing me," insisted Michelle.

After a few seconds, the musty smell passed and Mike once again breathed
fresh air; he took greedy gasps in anticipation of another disagreeable session of
foot sniffing.

And then Mike could hear Michelle's Pumas fall to the floor. And before he
could feel the warmth of her sock feet, he could smell her sour foot odor; and
once her damp sock foot brushed against his nose, he took a deep breath which
almost induced him to gag. It surprised him that his co-workers could have such
stinky feet; and Michelle's were foul.

Mike was surprised to smell fresh air for a moment, and he believed his
torment at an end. But Michelle had only removed her socks. And her sweaty
bare foot brushed against his nose, as she positioned her foot so as to press her
toes over his nose. Mike's eyes were watering, but he could do nothing to wipe
away the tears; all he could do was take breath after breath of Michelle's bare
toes which smelled faintly of Parmesan cheese. He moaned to get her attention,
but it was to no avail. She could hear nothing. And her moans suggested that she
wouldn't remove her feet from the boots unless someone asked her to.

And, after ten minutes, which felt like half an hour, Teresa, one of the cooks,
spoke to Michelle. "Hey, time's up, my feet hurt too." And for a few seconds,
Mike enjoyed another spell of fresh air before being besieged by yet another
nasty-smelling foot. Teresa had kicked off her sneakers, and peeled off her
sweat socks before slipping her feet into the boots. "Mmmn, I love that lump at
the toe end," she declared, scrunching Mike's nose between her sweaty toes.
Teresa's feet suggested something animal; they smelled like a mangy dog; it was
cruel, but Teresa was oblivious to Mike's discomfort. She wriggled her toes with
pleasure as the rollers gently soothed her heel and sole. "Heaven," she declared.