After a long stressful workday, Miss Whitney stops by My office for a little bit of girl talk. Our feet are done for the day! We slip our shoes off to give our feet some slack and as by magic the twinky little mail carrier pokes his head around the corner. We had been suspecting him for a perv and now the wafting aroma of our tired pump feet has lured him in like a pathetic little bitch. Now that We know Our suspicions are true, he is completely obligated to Us.