Story time! I want to tell you about something I like to do when I get bored at the club. Sometimes, I like to single out a real loser, someone who would never have a chance with me, and invite him back to my place. At home, I immediately set about ensuring that he makes me comfortable and I kick back, instructing him to massage my tired feet. He's so giddy with excitement and the unspoken expectation of sex that he'll willingly oblige. 10 minutes go by, kneading my soles, and he's starting to wonder, "is this all it is?" At that point, I look him in the eye and tell him that he doesn't deserve to fuck me. You only get to worship my feet. I see him deflate as the truth, that he knew all along, physically weakens him. But do I just send him straight home? No... I still want to have my devious fun with my pussyless loser.