A mindless simpleton has been given one simple task: to clean my feet with his tongue. My date is set to arrive in 45 minutes, and I demand that my feet are clean and free of sweat and stench. Massage my feet, suck on my toes, and lick between them. Consuming all the filth from my soles should suffice as nourishment for this inferior being. Every woman deserves a foot slave to worship and prepare her feet for her dates! In the end, I am satisfied with the foot slave’s devoted tongue-bath, and as a reward, I allow him the honor of providing his credit card for his magnificent goddess to use while out with her suitor! Well done, good servant.