I’ve decided to put my weird, pervy, foot fetish coworker to good use…
In exchange for the miracle of getting to be personal foot boy, and worship my perfect, pampered soles whenever I say, he’s agreed to drop out of the upcoming promotion race!
As much as I still think he’s a weirdo, having the soles of my feet licked and devoured does feel amazing! And his eager tongue tells me he’s very happy with the arrangement…


