I saw the way you look at Me, at work; constantly daydreaming, drooling over My legs and My pretty feet. I see you wondering what it'd be like if your imagination and reality met. I've been thinking about it too, I must admit. I caught Myself thinking about how I'd order you into My office, close the blinds, and let everybody else leave for the night.

I usually stay late, being the boss... When I do, once I'm alone, I crack a window open and have a little smoke break. At that moment, I'd make you kneel and open your mouth to be used as My ashtray. I'd make you sniff My soles throug... Show more