Collection of old real-time meetups with my Master. After walking barefoot outside ‘til his feet were black, he’d put on a pair of old, grungy shoes (usually without socks), play basketball for a couple hours, then head to my place. He’d come barging in, plop down on my couch, and turn on the TV, and I’d bring him lunch and a cold brew. I’d then lie on the floor and take his shoes off, savoring the heat, wetness, and incredible stench of his feet as he lowered them onto my face. He’d then watch TV with his dirty, sweaty feet airing out on top of me, ignoring me the entire time. He’s been do... Show more