<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/k872lq.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Calvin Luther</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Adam<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">           </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><br/>I read the message from her offered phone, and I feel a sense of purpose and guidance filling me up.  I have a role and a purpose, and I can help Mistress.  It feels like I'm an empty pitcher of water that has been filled up.<br/><br/>Miss Danai's instruction his me with the same feeling... and before I really think about it, I've sunk down to the floor on all fours, and my hands are helping Danai slip off her shoes.  My lips reach for her bared toes, kissing them softly, one by one.  My lips worship her feet, slowly and completely, and I cover every inch of them, from the tips of her toes up to her ankles.<br/><br/>From the floor, I look up at her, hoping to see signs of her pleasure and approval.<br/><br/>[OOC - sorry for the delay -- somehow the notification went into Spam]