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I walk in wearing long black slacks, a coat, flats, and I slip my second leather glove on while I put my feet up in front of you. You've been waiting patiently by the foot of the chair for my sweaty feet. Good Boy. Before you get to smell my sweaty feet, you must use your mouth to clean the dirt, grime, and gunk off the bottoms of my flats. I want your tongue sore by the time this task is done. You'll clean one shoe at a time. When that's done I will dangling my flats off, teasing you with stink coming from inside the shoe, then allow you to lick the sweat and toe jam from my feet. Finally you'll get to gag on my perfect plump toes. Make sure that my feet are perfectly clean of your spit, the dirt, and the sweat, when you are done, then go make me dinner, Foot Loser.