Everytime you walk by my desk, you are always dropping things trying to get near my sexy stocking feet. Of course I know what you're up to. You're a little foot slut and the scent of worn stockings is your siren call. You are crawling under my desk and begging for the sight of my dangling heel from my perfectly pedicured toes.

I command you to your knees, and tell you breathe in the scent of my worn, sheer black reinforced toe stockings. I can see how hard and aching you are in your pants. I think you'll be my personal office footstool from now on. Your job will be to ki... Show more