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It's the company Christmas party and I finally pull you aside, telling you I got your name for Secret Santa. I lead you into a quieter spot and smile like I am hiding something dangerous and fun. I tell you I know your secret. I have heard you talk about feet plenty of times when you thought no one was listening. I reveal your real gift and tell you I wanted to give you something personal, something you clearly crave. I stretch my feet out in front of you and tell you to worship them. I tease you with my toes, laughing when you get flustered and telling you how cute it is that you can’t hide how bad you want this. Then I wrap my feet around you and give you a slow, tempting foot job, talking about how hot it is watching you fall apart for my feet. I tell you this, is a Secret Santa gift you will never forget and that it will stay our secret since no one else needs to know what I gave you tonight.