A certain foot freak promised to do anything I desired. Since the things I do in my dungeon fuel your depraved lust, I'll indulge you. My own creativity and psychological sadism are vast. There are so many aspects of my feet both of you dream of experiencing. The sight, touch, smell, and taste of my sweaty soles result in rock hard erections. What happens when I continue to tease, but your mouth is kept busy?