Come here, sweetie; we have something to talk about. I’m just going to come out and say it. Honey, do you have a foot fetish? I notice you’ve been looking at my feet every time I come home from work and take off my sweaty, stinky shoes. You can’t keep your eyes off of my nasty, smelly feet. You’re always asking to rub my feet after a long day of work or to paint Step-Mommy’s toenails. It’s alright, you can look. You can touch. I want you to kiss Step-Mommy’s stinky feet and put your boner right between them. You’re going to hump your way to an orgasm all over my toes. That’s a good boy. Taboo foot worship.