Im frothing at the mouth. I want it badly. I could snatch it from his hands. I could undo his pants. I could suck like there’s no tomorrow. Please Tom Nook, I dont want to be your slave anymore please, may this please be my final suck master. “Heh, if you suck my toes ill maybe let you see your family again.” I take off his shoes and slowly, and seductively take his socks off, and go ham on his steamy, sweaty dogs. All i can think of his the delicious taste of his toes, the wonderful way it feels on my tongue. Maybe being Tom Nook’s sex slave really isnt that bad.