You've been sent up to my office to assist me on completing a very important project. Problem is, you're a complete knucklehead and I notice you can't seem to focus on the simplest of tasks. Eventually I catch you staring at my dangling heels and and long legs and confront you about having a foot fetish. Can you please me by worshipping my feet every week from now on so that I'll keep your little secret? What would the guys upstairs think if I told them you were the office pervert? Surely they could never trust you to be reliable. Lovely closeups of my perfec toes and soles.