After I've changed my clothes, I'm dropping you onto the table. It is your job to clean my sweaty feet, after propping my massive bare feet up in front of you. I'm just smiling and ordering you around to clean and worship my feet. In the end, I'm having a fun surprise for you, since I can tell you love being under my feet so much. I notice you always try extra hard to worship my toes and today I'm going to give you more toes than you can ever handle. Grinning, putting you between them as you shrink even smaller, disappearing into nothing more than a microscopic little speck between my absol... Show more