And she gives me the second leg. I take off the shoe and from it and continue to knead them at the same time. They are as perfect as faience. I look at Yulechka and see how her pupils dilated, how her breathing quickened. And I feel like everything in my pants is tense. And there is no longer any strength to hold back.

“Mmm, how nice,” Yulechka purrs. Thank you, Denis Vladimirovich.

“Thank you for your legs, you have them like that,” I say, kneading her fingers one by one in turn. - I can’t believe that you walk the earth with them.

I look up and look into...