In the tight dress, Kathy had difficulty getting to her knees. Slowly she crawled toward Abul’s extended feet. When she reached him, she closed her eyes and with closed lips, touched her mouth to his left foot. “Not good enough,” he said. “Your tongue, Mrs. Ryan, your tongue.”
Again she bent down to his foot and, parting her lips, touched her tongue to it. Quickly she turned to his right foot and repeated her act of servitude. “It was not quite what you promised this afternoon, but I will forgive because we are alone. In the presence of others, Mrs. Ryan, what is the proper way?”
She closed her eyes, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her, “I...I...am to kiss between your first and second toe and to push my tongue between them,” she said.
“That is correct,” he replied. “See that you don
