I want you to tell me how lucky you are for this opportunity to serve my feet, yet again. Sit weak in anticipation as I put them in front of your face allowing you to feel their warmth before shoving them into your mouth.. shoving them over your nose.. and making you sniff them good and hard as you desperately suck for air. Despite the lack of control over your own breath, you STILL ache to serve my feet. Goes to show how much you love my feet, how weak you are for their perfection. How stupid my feet make you. You are more desperate for my feet than you are for air. Point proven.