Two Feet, two slaves

Sasha reclines on the couch in her black leather harness top and tight leggings, one bare foot laying across the back of the yellow-hooded slave kneeling as her living footstool while the second slave leans in and begins worshipping her other foot with eager tongue and hands. She smirks down at him, instructing him to appreciate being her foot boy as his fingers slide up and down her sole and his mouth works across the smooth skin. He massages and licks like a devoted attendant, and she tells him nobody needs to know he is a foot pervert—he can simply pretend he is a regular salon worker pampering her feet, though she notes that would still leave the awkward question of why her bench is a naked human. After a stretch of this focused service she decides to upgrade, ordering the footstool slave upright so both boys can each claim one foot. 

She has them compete, tongues gliding up and down her soles and slipping between her toes while she tells them to make love to her feet and pretend they are licking a pussy. At one point she drapes a leg across footstool slaves shoulder for a clear view of her sole, inviting the viewer to imagine being right there stroking and blowing a load across her foot only for the other slave to lick it up. Both slaves continue their devoted licking and sucking until she abruptly orders them to switch feet. They obey despite the fact they will now be sharing saliva, and she mocks them openly, declaring that the exchange is almost like they are kissing each other.  Despite the humiliation they suck her big toes and keep worshipping under her amused gaze knowing their only purpose is to do exactly as she demands, day or night.