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Your girlfriend won’t even acknowledge your foot fetish—she acts like it’s weird, like you should be ashamed of it. But I’m not her. I’m her roommate… and I think it’s hot. I’ve noticed the way you stare at My feet, trying not to look for too long when she’s around. But now it’s just us. So I slip out of my heels, stretch out, and tell you to show Me how badly you want them. You start stroking—nervous, guilty, but so turned on. And I’m loving every second. Even when your girlfriend starts calling, asking how much longer she’ll be, I keep pushing you. I whisper that you better not stop. She’s on her way home… but I want to see just how far you’ll go for My feet before she walks through that door.