You're my employee, and you barge into my office, staring at my leather motorcycle boots. I'm more accustomed to men, and employees, staring at my large boobs, so it's somewhat surprising to notice your attention shifted downward. You've developed an insatiable attraction and fetish for my boots, distracting you from work. You claim its necessary for you to move your desk into my office so that you can look at my feet and boots all day, and I am angry, telling you that you're going to need to deal with this issue on your own - it isn't my problem. Eventually though, you wear me down, and in... Show more