You, my best friend has come over because you finally have worked up the courage to ask me out on a date. I laugh and casually tell you to rub my feet. I explain to you that I'm not sexually attracted to you. That I like strong men. But I will always be you friend. I see how sad you are. I start to even feel bad. I tell you maybe there is a work around. I tell you to kiss your feet. I explain that you can be my little footboy. It isnt dating. But you can worship my feet. You can get to touch a part of my body. You can start to pay for everything too while I am out like you are a boyfriend. ...

You, my best friend has come over because you finally have worked up the courage to ask me out on a date. I laugh and casually tell you to rub my feet. I explain to you that I'm not sexually attracted to you. That I like strong men. But I will always be you friend. I see how sad you are. I start to even feel bad. I tell you maybe there is a work around. I tell you to kiss your feet. I explain that you can be my little footboy. It isnt dating. But you can worship my feet. You can get to touch a part of my body. You can start to pay for everything too while I am out like you are a boyfriend. And like a relationship I will tell you when to cum. I see how on the fence you are. Until I tell you to start stroking and to cum today to my feet. To the thought of being my little footboy.