When we got divorced I really got the best deal, got you so obsessed with my feet just the promise of access to them to worship and stroke to occasionally means I get your balls and wallet in a vice! You have to come to me to beg for permission to fuck on dates, you need my feet to get excited anyway. You pay me handsomely every month because you can’t be without me. How could you not be obsessed, once you found me, my perfect feet, your search for your own fantasy woman, your ultimate fantasy was over, I understand you, I allow you to worship my pretty feet and know exactly what triggers you, and leaves you breathless before your date. I love having all this control over you, as much as you love worshiping my feet.