Foot Slave Education – After The Party Night

While I danced my soul out of my bod, my foot slave waited for his mistress for hours. If he knew how much I sweated in my nylon socks. He may inhale them very first of all tied up. He has no other way out than to smell these horny nylons and their stench. Until he finds it horny himself and only gets a stiff one with my smell of my stinky feet. HAHAHAHA and thats how it should be! Little footless! He cant wait until I go partying next time! Mind-Feet-Fuck!!!