In a continuation of part one, I now allow for you to worship my feet. I start with my feet pressed on your face, not allowing you to worship. I tease you as my little foot sniffer. I show you them up close, all the little dirt, dust and sweat from me walking around the office all day, both in and out of my heels. I show you my new pediure too. I don't leave my feet completely unkempt even if they are dirty! I taunt you with the knowledge I'll start wearing open toed shoes to tease you day after day. Besides, I like the attention from my little foot slut. Every day, you'll be coming here to worshp my feet. It'll be entertaining and keep me sane during our boring day jobs. You look at my feet, but aren't allowed to touch. In fact, I have you sit on your hands while I decide when my feet touch my face. I joke with you once you're done worshipping and hard as a rock you'll have to use your numb hands to try to jerk off in the bathroom. This makes you hard to think about as I allow you to sniff. It's evil, but you like it. And, the alternative is me telling HR about you sniffing my shoes when I caught you earlier. You need this job AND, admittedly, you love this new solution. To prove I'm not completely mean, I allow you to kiss and lick my feet just like you desire. Once you're fired up, I tell you to use the last ten minutes of your lunch break to jerk off since you've started leaking precum in your pants. Anyway, I excuse you and I'll see you tomorrow. Hurry, hurry.