You’ve been standing at my door almost in a daze ready to ask me a question. You suddenly stop and start blushing at the side of my feet as if you’ve never seen my soles before. I just have a fascination towards my feet so much that you can’t stop looking at them. Well, I might as well teach you a lesson for just standing at my door without an answer so you’ll just be on your knees weak at my feet while you sniff it hard. That’s right I want to see how much of a foot boy are.
