I notice you creeping on my bare feet in worn out dirty converse sneakers. Catching you by surprise, I make you worship my sneakers as I humiliate you. Eventually, I peel the sneakers off my bare feet and make you smell them. Lucky foot boy! I grab a pair of my worn pantyhose and tie one of the smelly sneakers to your face. Pleased with my work, I make you kiss my bare soles. Then I leave you to clean my nasty converse sneaker.