I was helped to my feet and led to the front of the motor home and to the couch where Lauren was stretched out. I'd remembered him walking past the table some time ago.** 'Now let him lick my shoes,' Lauren said. I didn't know what kind of drug they had given me, didn't really care.** It was like they knew just what buttons to push to get me started. I stuck my tongue out and started licking the sole of his boot. 'Lick some of the dirt off,' his father said.** It felt warm and smelled of dirt and maybe a little 'barn yard'.** A little pressure on the back of my head and my nose was against the sole of his boot.** He got me out and pushed me to my knees at Tanners foot. 'Come here,' Chase said, taking my arm and pulling me out of the seat. I had no memory of it, other than what I'd been told.** It felt good to tell the story, what little there was of it. It was an overwhelming yes, so I told them how I'd been kidnapped when I was ten and how my fetish had 'matured' over the years. Then I asked if they really wanted to know. There was a second or two of panic and I settled down. Only then did I realize I was being drugged. He got me another cup and I drank half of it down.
'I'm not sure I like where this is going,' I said, taking a gulp of coffee.
