you're made so so weak by My perfect feet aren't you loser? Totally in love with them, they own you slave and you'd do anything to serve at them won't you, you pathetic foot bitch. you go to work, dreaming of a life of hard work for Me and coming home in the evening and being used as My footstool. My perfect, sweaty feet on your face after I've been shopping all day, maybe worked out, the though of them on your face fresh out of My gym shoes makes you so so weak, you'll do anything for them won't you loser?