Even my linty soles turn you into a dumb gooning weakling,especially my dirty linty soles... You're more than ready to kneel and crawl as close to me as possible, solely to worship my perfect soles that just don't seem to keep away from your daydreaming or any minute of the day, it's as if they've truly turned your mind into their playground, squishing, rubbing, trampling your squishy wet horny little brain. Come close to being smothered in the most perfect smelling feet listening to your All knowing, All perfect, All just, All Seeing Tsarina. All a footloser needs to do is follow these perfect truths, lead your day with them, repeat as your perfect mantras, the more you do so the better.