The sensation in your crotch is unbearable as you stare adoringly at the glorious feet that you have always longed to worship. You can hardly contain yourself as I pour honey over My perfect feet. You lick your tongue along already dry lips. As I smush the honey between those quaint little toes, it is too much for you. In desperation you plunge your hand down the front of your pants, so full of need for the ecstasy you desire as you scream My name aloud.