Outside weeding the garden prior to my friends coming over for a party, I'm wearing shorts, a tank top and a pair of now very filthy flip-flops. My feet, toes and toenails are covered in dirt from romping around in my flowerbed and you're just sitting there are the porch gawking at me. What the fuck are you looking at, foot bitch? Get down on your knees in front of me. Oh I don't care if there are cars driving by or if all my neighbors can see you. You have thoroughly disappointed me. How dare you allow my feet to become filthy?! You say they are the most cherished thing to you, the thing you hold dearest in the whole world and you have allowed them to be covered in grime! Shame on you, foot slut. This is completely unacceptable. You had better get to work and quick foot whore. You see, my friends are all coming over for a garden party and they like to get dirty too. We are going to require you to be cleaning off our feet and flip-flops all throughout the day and into the night and you better not disappoint them. You had better make me proud by cleaning all of our feet until they are spotless. We are going to have that tongue of yours working overtime. But you don't mind; do you, foot slut? No, you fucking love it. Alright, enough chit-chat. Get your head in the game, foot slave; my friends will be here soon and you need to get to work cleaning my feet.