I'm sat going about my business, with you on the floor with your face near my socked feet. I'm happily ignoring you, knowing that you adore my feet and you adore socks as well, so the temptation to reach out to lick and stroke my feet must be strong. At times I deliberately move my feet in a way I know will turn you on, pointing my toes, and spreading them, inching a bit closer to you, teasing you even further. But you're a very obedient boy and I know you'll resist temptation.