My human carpet have a name: pass-pass!

When I get back from the city, after long walking with My feet clad in nylon, in high heels, all I want is to relax with a cigarette while pass-pass do his job: massaging and worship My feet in nylon.

After he sniff My sweaty pantyhose, lick and suck My toes covered in sheer black nylon, I get comfortable slippers on My pampered feet and, I want to walk a little bit over My human carpet : just to reminds him, where is his place and what he is for Me.

He is nothing than a door mat, a rug for My feet!