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I see you staring every time I go for my morning jog. Today you got brazen, you were standing right next to the sidewalk, close enough to touch. So I stopped and talked to you, convincing you to take me to an ATM and withdraw your balance. It's the least you could do to make up for being such a creep. Talking to you I discover that it's my sweaty feet you've been eyeing, not my perfect tits or round ass. What a loser! I can't help myself, I take you home with me and tease you, shoving my feet in your face. You're so lucky to get to finally live out your fantasy. You start by inhaling the scent of my sweaty disgusting jogging shoes, then my socked feet. I let you massage my sore feet while humiliating you, talking about how you cleaned out your account and gave me everything you have just for the opportunity to touch my feet. I lay down new rules, every time I catch you outside watching me jog you'll be expected to pay me for the privilege. I peel off my sweat soaked socks so that you can massage my soles. I remind you that you're rubbing my feet, not for your pleasure but for mine. Don't fondle them, massage them properly. Your days of freeloading are over, you'll never jerk off to me again for free