As I shoot the cream all over my sexual fleshy feet you are kneeling in front of me, watching, worshipping the ground upon that they lay on. just waiting desperately to feel, to touch, to taste the forbidden fruits of my sensual feet, but deep down you know, only the worthy are granted access to the pleasures of what my feet can give. So until permission has been granted you can just sit there pathetically and hope it is you who I choose, but until this is done, ill be sitting here rubbing oily cream onto one foot to the another.