It’s your lucky day, foot boy! I just got a fresh pedicure and I know my feet are so I/ntox/cating, every inch is a treat and a trigger. You fantasize about my soles. Touching and throbbing at the sight of them. You’re completely weak and brainless when I dangle Right In Front of you, like a prize, a prize you could only obtain once I’ve been satisfied. Listen and you’ll come to see the pleasure of serving beneath my feet.
