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Foot Worship Pt 1

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Foot Worship Pt 1 is a sex story about , footworship, latina, feet worshipping, and the importance of foot worship.

“I’ve always been a fan of foot worship. I’m a big fan of feet worship, I don’t know why that is, but I have a thing for them. And it wasn’t until recently that I’ve actually been able to attend a footworship meeting. I know this sounds weird, but my first ever experience with foot worship happened when I was just a teen, and my first foot worship meeting was in my dorm room on a Friday night. I was just about 18 then, so I wasn’t too old to go. I remember the night pretty vividly; I was a virgin, and had just gotten my period. My friend and I were hanging out in our room that night, I was a senior, and she was 18, so she was the younger sister, and she was really tall and slim.
I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be able to handle some of the more extreme activities that would come her way (and she was pretty strict about her body) so on a Friday night, I had a small party, mostly just us. I had the place to myself, and there was room for me to dress up a bit, and I was able to go out the front with my friends. I had a small group of 3 or so people that night, mostly dressed up as girls. I was the only one who had a boyfriend. It was a fairly small place, so we were about to have a party when one of my guys said he wanted to come in the room. I didn’t understand how this could be, but I knew that this was one night that I would get to spend my time with one of the only friends that I knew.
I didn’t have too much time to prepare, and the room was empty. The only thing I knew for certain that I did not want to miss was my feet. 
I grabbed my heels off of the floor and walked out, and as I walked I noticed that they were a bit loose, and were barely covered in my foot. So I decided to grab one of the little black shoes that my sister had gotten me (she bought me a pair in pink for Christmas), and pull them around my ankle. I was wearing a black dress and black lace shoes, and a black skirt. This was my chance to wear something that would look like a little slut (not the slut that I had been, I was a slut with a nice set of toes!). I took this step to ensure I was comfortable, but at this point I had to make sure I didn’t look like a slut at all. I went up to the counter and asked for some money, and I was told no. I asked the owner (it was a pretty tall guy) what my problem was, and he said that I was wearing a dress, and he had seen me wearing a dress the night before, and was worried about what I would look like if I was wearing a dress in front of him. I asked if he could help me change my clothes, and he agreed to help. 

Now the fun part. I walked in, grabbed myself a drink (it was a little vodka and lemon) and said that I wanted to change up the dress a bit, and had a dress to wear instead. I walked in, and was met with a large group of men in suits and ties, and a couple of girls who didn’t have a dress. I told them to come and change out of their dresses, and they complied, but I didn’t expect to find any girls in suits and ties and girls dressed like they were doing nothing but having fun.

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