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And then Debbie spoke up. "you mean Mike's smelling my feet as we
speak?" This drew a prolonged bout of laughter from everyone present. Debbie
got up and then Miranda unlocked he back panel. A few of the women gasped
when they saw his head clasped inside the bar. Miranda climbed back into the
seat, removed a shoe and slid a foot into the boot. Mike was once again greeted
with the characteristic raunch with emanated from Miranda's sweaty bare feet.
"See," said Miranda, "he's sniffing my toes right now." Everyone laughed.
And then it was agreed to that all of the women should be given a chance to
torment Mike with their foot stink; after all, he could have been spying on any
one of them. Miranda and the others pulled Mike from the machine, but they
chose not to untie his hands. Once the sock gag was removed, Mike endeavored
to defend himself. He explained that Miranda was lying and that she was the real
pervert; but no one listened. He was wasting his breath. Glenda removed one of
her funky old socks and stuffed it into Mike's mouth, to the infinite amusement
of everyone present. "Just stuff it," she proclaimed. More laughter.
They left him tied up until the waitresses from the morning shift finished in
the afternoon; he was installed in the machine and subjected to an array of
foot odors which rivaled anything he'd been forced to stomach that morning.
The women were having a blast, and they found it supremely satisfying to
punish the peeping-tom this way. And when Miranda retuend that afternoon to
check on Mike's progress, and to explain to the women on the next shift what
had happened, she encouraged everyone to humiliate him for spying on them.
