A lone figure dreamed her fate Her delicate feet yearned for touch A secret admirer observed from the darkness He imagined her bare skin In a moment his fantasy would become a truth He approached her with a gleam in his eye She saw his gaze and blushed softly He lowered himself before her beautiful soles A foot massage began Her soles teased with arousing grace He was ensnared in her spell The pleasure mounted with each caress He surrendered to her will Their desires aligned A flood of arousal consumed him She delighted in his submission The peak was reached in a wave of joy Their passion burned The rule of 34 was satisfied And their story was far from done