It's been such a long day on my feet in just nylons and these boots. I call my bff and chat with her about how I wish I had someone to massage my feet, but who would touch them when they're sweaty and smelly?! My friend reminds me of you, my brother, mentioned you had a foot thing, I wonder. I call you into the room and you immediately jump at the chance to massage them. You're so into it that when I ask you to be my foot slave you agree! You even starts licking my feet inside the nylons, which is kind of weird but now you're my foot slave not my brother. So I guess it's okay.