Ann’s pov
“Your legs must be killing you, I know a trick to make them better for tomorrow or you won’t be able to walk” he said not letting my legs go.
I didn’t have the energy to fight him and honestly.
I don’t mind if it means that it will make tomorrow a little easier for me.
What else would he want with my feet; he doesn’t strike me as someone who has a foot fetish.
“do you have a foot fetish?” I asked him just in case and he shook his head.
I couldn’t understand if he was surprised and not approving of my question, or he was saying no he doesn’t have a foot fetish.
I tried to relax a bit, but his hand was surprisingly soft even though the grip was strong.
And they were surprisingly warm as well, when he was done, he got up and went to bed.
He didn’t say anything nor did I
