You belong on the ground, on your hands and knees by my feet. You are nothing but a slave for feet in heels. I love how you think you are worthy to clean my heels with your tongue - you are not. You are down there with your sad little boner thinking you can touch it. You can't - all sad little men pay. You want to come, you need to prove your worth. You were born to work to give me money, then to be down on your hands and knees worshiping me. You know you are a little man trying to prove your worth, trying to prove to the inside you that you have amounted to something. Your worth can be pro... Show more