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 and the men that should be showing us foot attention!