I’m waiting on My groceries to be delivered because a Goddess should always have Princess treatment. Why would I go get My own groceries or run any of My own errands, when foot freaks like you exist??? Matter of fact… I’m highly dissatisfied with the fact that “you” didn’t personally complete the task of My grocery shopping, so I decide to give you a cruel task instead. While I’m awaiting the delivery boy, you’ll be My personal foot boy… I expect you to use your tongue more intensely than you ever have in order to clean all of the dust and grime from My wrinkled soles - work harder, foot boy!!!