The three of us feed this little whinny loser our wet smelly socks. The smell is already too much for him, but we don't care. We use his face over and over again to wipe our wet socks. Towards the end, we stuff everything under his mask and can't stop laughing. What a joy to watch him get disgusted.
We made ourselves comfortable on our throne. After a long and intense day at work, it is now completely clear that our bare feet, which are also covered in nylon, will be spoiled. My devoted slave now take action. First smell, caress and massage. And if he's done well, he gets the chance to lick our bare feet. First the soles of the feet and then all the toes together.