Confessions of a Foot Fetishist
A day in the life of foot fetishist. I get up to all sorts of mischief.It was a hot summer’s day. I left the office for my lunchtime break, sweating like a pig and feeling hornier than a dog in heat. I unfastened the top three buttons of my worktop in an attempt to release some heat from my torso. Jesus, the heat was stiflin...
