"Oh, that is good. That feels amazing."
My dad threw his head back and enjoyed Anto's tongue sliding across his sweaty, rough, masculine soles as his dinner went to our border collie, Alfie. My mom sat on the sofa and watched Anto with concern.
"Don't you think he should stop now? she asked.
"No!" my dad answered without lifting his head to look at her.
Anto was forced to lick Dad's feet for three more hours. When my mom and dad went to bed, my dad told me to take Anto up to my room. I first took Anto to the kitchen so he could wash the taste of my dad's feet away. I turned on the tap and held him by the water and he eagerly started gulping down mouthfuls as if he found an oasis in a desert.
"That must have tasted awful." I said as I watched him gulp down mouthful after mouthful. "How much water can your tiny body hold? You better not get up in the middle of the night wanting to use the bathroom. I won't disturb my sleep just so you can piss so you'll have to hold it till the morning."
My dad threw his head back and enjoyed Anto's tongue sliding across his sweaty, rough, masculine soles as his dinner went to our border collie, Alfie. My mom sat on the sofa and watched Anto with concern.
"Don't you think he should stop now? she asked.
"No!" my dad answered without lifting his head to look at her.
Anto was forced to lick Dad's feet for three more hours. When my mom and dad went to bed, my dad told me to take Anto up to my room. I first took Anto to the kitchen so he could wash the taste of my dad's feet away. I turned on the tap and held him by the water and he eagerly started gulping down mouthfuls as if he found an oasis in a desert.
"That must have tasted awful." I said as I watched him gulp down mouthful after mouthful. "How much water can your tiny body hold? You better not get up in the middle of the night wanting to use the bathroom. I won't disturb my sleep just so you can piss so you'll have to hold it till the morning."