With one last suck he abandons my fingers and moves to my thighs. Lightly he drags his nails down the calves, sending shivers up my spine, until he reaches my feet. Once there he rises up to a sitting position, and takes my left foot in his hands. With strong thumbs he rubs, using his palms and fingers to massage it. I rise to my elbows to watch him, his long eyelashes looking down as he focuses on his task. When my foot feels soft as jelly, he moves on to the next, looking at me from under his lashes.