I was just relaxing around the house one day when Dawn paid me a visit. We “girl talked” for a short while... but you knew it wasn't long before I noticed the cute dress heels that were encasing her tired, sweaty feet. She certainly seemed like she could use a foot massage, so I quickly obliged her, pouring massage oil over her wide, soft, wrinkly soles as I rubbed and manipulated them while we discussed the wonders of foot fetishism. Always the lady, Dawn returned the favor to me, slowly stripping my stiletto pink sandals off, before giving my feet the attention they were begging for... massa... Show more