I am greeted by your obvious lust for me,everything I am,but one thing's even more seducing,my feet. Drool over and have my soles an inch from you, denied of all that soft skin, tasty toes, prim square pedicured glossy black toes. A day like any other,my body leaves you a wrecked weak mess, you get trapped further into paying me, struggling under neath my soles. Craving to be used, begging to worship my toes, so close up on your knees...