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Have I mentioned lately my obsession for shoes? Not just shoes, but perfect feet. I’m not sure if this is a foot fetish, or that I love expensive foot wear.

 
A weekend shopping trip to the mall brought out the deviant inside of me. I couldn’t fathom walking away from a shoe store without making a buy. Though I have my own money, I much rather spend the money of a married man. Knowing his wife doesn’t get spoiled like I do has my panties already wet.
 

Foot fetish lovers come and play with me.

 
In the center of the store, there was the perfect pair of red stiletto heels. I’m addicted to the color red when it comes to shoes. Nothing makes a foot or leg seem more dressed them a crimson heel. To my amusement the salesman gave off that Al Bundy vibe, wanting to try them on for me. I could tell he was already hard the moment I walked in. His dick pushed against though cheap pants, making a tent for me.
 

He has a intense foot fetish.

 
Pulling my stocking covered feet from the shoe, I slide it in what felt like velvet. That shoe was expensive and I could tell the difference. I never purchase the expensive ones for myself, but Sugar babies never do. Since the moment I could understand the tease and denial game, I’ve been draining men dry. You stroke while I spend all your money.
 
I walked out of the store with those 400 dollar heels on my feet. The salesman paid for them in exchange for my number, and a little foot massage. I know this was twice his weekly pay, but my foot fetish always comes first. Plus, I allowed him to cum in his pants before leaving. Silly boy’s addicted.