Addicted For My Feet

I put my stockinged feet on my desk, you stare at my nylon feet and the bulge, which forms in your pants and the beads of sweat on your forehead, have not escaped me! I undid my taut, shiny satin blouse... I knew you would be my next victim! You want to be my next feetslave? Pay for it! I take everything from you and make you addicted. After more and more you will whinge and fall more and more into my spell...