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Mike endured this for ten minutes, when he heard Miranda's voice again.
"You look like you've just had an orgasm," she remarked. Teresa chuckled. "My
feet are so happy right now, thanks Miranda. You can leave the massager here
anytime." The manager, a lady by the name of Jocelyn, entered the room and
asked about the massager. "I hope I get a turn," she said. "Do I have to go?" said
Teresa. Jocelyn and Miranda laughed.
Fresh air tickled his nose, before Jocelyn's pedicured feet slid into the boots
and pressed against Mike's nose. The scent was faint; and a welcome relief to
Mike who'd been inhaling the most putrid foot stink for upwards of fifty minutes.
She playfully grabbed at his nose with her toes, brushed her toes against his noes
and squeezed it. "This is fun," remarked Jocelyn. She liked having something for
her toes to play with while the rollers pressed against her heel and sole.
And then Miranda politely asked Jocelyn if she could ty out the machine.
Jocelyn stepped away and left Miranda alone with Mike. "Having fun?" she
asked him. "Oh, I hope you don't mind the smell, but we work hard. I think I'll
try it out."
