Duh, I know my feet are sexy. I know that my feet get you hard and make you create a puddle of drool. I don’t have to do much AT ALL. My feet control your mind. My feet waltz around your brain constantly. I love the way my feet look and I’m well aware of their power. I’m going to use this power for pure evil. It’s one thing to have a foot fetish, it’s another to allow said fetish to completely ruin your life. I don’t care about your bills, hobbies, whatever you do in your lame ass life. I only care when that money hits my bank account. Even then? If it’s not enough, you're nothing to me. (Left my window open to feel the air through my toes.)