"A man would see these at the dinner party and it would be all he could think about. His adrenaline would flow. His penis would become erect. He would realize he could not end the evening without having these feet. It would be a distraction he could not overcome. Even though the feet belonged to the wife of El Jefe, currently imprisoned, he would not be denied. Later that evening he would make his move. And, surprisingly succeed. She would have him upstairs to the mater bedroom. There he would remove her shoes as his cock twitched and strained in his trousers. He would make passionate love to her tender soles, licking and kissing every inch. His tongue would ravish in between her toes and she would buck and giggle at the ticklish sensations. He would suck almost violently on her big toes as he masturbated. The event would conclude with sex. He would thrust deep into her generous, wet, soft, pussy. A cum cushion unlike any other. And he would ejaculate massive amounts of his sperm, all while smothering his face with her succulent, soft, smooth soles. She would scream in ecstasy. His undoing. As he zipped up his trousers and buttoned his dinner jacket, El Jefe's men would gather downstairs and await."