You worship me, and you grovel at my feet. You love them. You want them. But you can't have them... not until you clean the soles of my shoes. No, you will have to earn your place at my precious, gorgeous, Goddess Feet. Now be a good little doormat and lap, lick, and love my shoes with every inch of your tongue.

Now I want you to get in there and really clean my feet. How do they taste? They've been in my shoes all day. I bet they taste like sweat. I bet you like it. Actually I know you like it. Maybe, I'm just wondering how much you really like it... let's find out.