Tomorrow I have an operation for bigger boobs, I am looking forward, but it stresses me a little also. I don't want to stay at home, so I go to a bar for some soda and be around people. The owner of the bar was looking on me all the time and especially my legs and my shoes, of course it is easy to understand that he has a foot fetish. I decide to stay until closing and have some fun with this loser, I will feel much better! He comes and tells me that he has to close and he asks what's up with me sitting alone all night. I tell him the story and he says that he has the best medicine for my s...

Tomorrow I have an operation for bigger boobs, I am looking forward, but it stresses me a little also. I don't want to stay at home, so I go to a bar for some soda and be around people. The owner of the bar was looking on me all the time and especially my legs and my shoes, of course it is easy to understand that he has a foot fetish. I decide to stay until closing and have some fun with this loser, I will feel much better! He comes and tells me that he has to close and he asks what's up with me sitting alone all night. I tell him the story and he says that he has the best medicine for my stress: SEX! And of course, with him, since he is there. I laugh and tell him that he looks like a good slave, looking at my feet all night, so this is his new role!

The bar owner, my new slave now, did a good job licking my shoes clean, so now it is time for some foot slave training. I command him to remove my sneakers and my socks with his teeth and start licking the sweat off my feet. He does it like a good boy and I wipe hard my soles on his tongue and laugh at him. He has a big mouth, so I fuck it hard with my feet many times. Finally, I dry my feet on his t-shirt and keep him as my footstool, thinking what to do to him next!