I lay in my bed, toes moving slowly up and down my socked sole, completely ignoring your existence while I immerse myself in a book. You love that, don't you? Have you got a secret peeping Tom fetish? As I read, I use my strong toes absentmindedly to pull my slightly soiled socks off. I wiggle and scrunch my toes when they're finally free of the fabric. When I stretch my foot, deep wrinkles ripple across my sole. You can't look away, but I haven't even noticed you there. You could lose control completely and I doubt I'd even bat an eye. You should try it. Stroke while you watch my long toes... Show more