You are a miserable poor loser, who has a place under my feet. I don't even pay attention to you because you're not worth it. As you stare in fascination at my black patent leather heels and hope for me to take them off soon, so you can feel the aroma of my feet, I chat with my roommate. And really, I take my shoes off. You are so excited as you look at my big bare soles, just above your nose. You can barely restrain yourself, but you know you can't even touch them until I let you. And then, I order you to clean them well. That is your new role in this world, from now on: to be my personal ... Show more