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So back in the summer, I was wearing the shoes through some wet marshy area. It wasn't the greatest idea at the time, they got all soaking wet, my feet sloshing around, filled with water and who knows what else. See how stiff and crusty the fabric is, I've been waiting for the perfect time to make you worship them. You can see the brown stains on them, even the grass still trapped in the fabric of my shoes. But none of that matters does it, not when I have a slave bitch like you to clean them up for me. I want you to sniff, lick, and worship them all because they touched my feet, my perfect soles own that weak dick of yours, making you do anything to keep me happy.