paypigformen

« God, I’m really in luck today » you thought.

Another day on the farm

I don't want to hear that shit faggot. I tell you to come over right now to service my sweaty dirty big stinking socked feet, you come right now. I don't care what other plans you have. Cancel them. Leave wherever and whoever you're with right now. If you don't, you can forget about ever worshiping them again. And don't forget to transfer your fag sock slave fee into my account before you get here. I'll be checking my phone before I unlock the door for you, you stupid footstool face cunt.

I don't want to hear that shit faggot. I tell you to come over right now to service my sweaty dirty big stinking socked feet, you come right now. I don't care what other plans you have. Cancel them. Leave wherever and whoever you're with right now. If you don't, you can forget about ever worshiping them again. And don't forget to transfer your fag sock slave fee into my account before you get here. I'll be checking my phone before I unlock the door for you, you stupid footstool face cunt.

You spent your Sunday cleaning his house and making him lunch and dinner and doing his laundry and running back and forth to bring him beers as he watched football game after football game after football game. When the last one was over at 11:15 pm, he let you massage his socked feet and kiss and sniff them for a bit before he told you to leave. And you'd do it all again next Sunday, you're a sock slave fag and you'll take however much you can get in any way. Pathetic.