Emergency Descent, Emergency Descent…means we want to get on the ground as quickly as possible. You pull you oxygen mask down and fade I into a dream state and awaken in a layover hotel room with me. My nylon feet are close to your face and seem to be moving in slow motion. You can feel the heat of my soles. The scent of my sweaty toes makes you willingnes. To your right you see a window where I show off my nude nylon arches and mesmerize you. My soft words guide you. My soles urge you to worship them with your lips, tongue and hands. Worship my hard working stewardess feet my handsome footboy.