>>18523068>Perhaps. But Feet tell the tale of her lifeIt's 1960; you're a shoe salesman in a ladies' very fashionable high end shoe store. You're wearing a made to measure suit and silk tie. You're dressed up like Cary Grant in North by Northwest. An elegant lady like a young Grace Kelley comes into the shop and you politely attend to her. You seat her then pull up your little stool with the footrest between your legs. She's chosen some high heeled pumps to try on. You carefully remove her street shoes and caress her dainty soft little feet. You're stoned somewhat on good weed so you're sort of hallucinating that her feet are made out of whipped cream and icing sugar. YOu have to resist the urge to kiss them to suck on her toes. She's very fickle, after all so she tries on a lot of different shoes. You spend hours with her caressing her feet ensconced in sheer nylons.
You are a natural born shoe salesman my fren.
