"Daddy
would just die, knowing what I'm doing," she boasts as she begins her leg-stretching
exercises.
One
glance at the adornments covering Apryl's beautifully sculpted stems and
tiny feet, and it's perfectly
understandable
that she would use them for other's pleasure. In fact, who could blame
the girl?
"There
is one gentleman who has a penchant for my legs, and tips quite well."
She rubs fragrant lotion onto her
milky-white
limbs, working it down between her toes. "He presses notes against the
glass,
begging
me to allow him to caress my calves. I found out he's a rival of Daddy's...
oh, dear.
We
can't risk a scandal now, can we?"
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