I know how much you love feet, so it should be no problem for you to clean off these soles for me while I get some work done. You’re like a doormat, laying flat on your back while I run my soles all over your tongue. You love the taste of the dirt coming off my feet. All you need are these dirty feet in your face to feel useful, and you know it’s all you’ll ever get from me so you cherish your place as my foot cleaning doormat.