<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dP9ckx7.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Danai</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>*giggle*</em>  Can we keep him Amanda?  (Pout!).  I <strong>want</strong> a pet and he’s perfect!  It would be such a turn-on to have a foot worshiper!—he’s driving my imagination wonderfully, maddeningly!  Ooh-baby!  Yes!  Very yessss!!!!!<br/><br/><em>*Sigh*</em>—back to reality and serving Mistress du Monde.  “Adam—it’s obvious—such talents!  Yes, yes, yes, . . . but . . . ” <br/><br/>I can’t quite call things to an end.  I wiggle my toes in a ‘yes, more, please’ sort of wiggle.<br/><br/><em>*Sigh*</em>—“I guess, . . . no, I know, you need to go to the States for something very important, . . . even more important than . . . ”  I look down at my sexy feet, “ . . . more important than my . . . feet.” <br/><br/>I wink at him, licking my lips, “I’ll let it slip before Mistress that you have a certain talent in addition to a formal resume. . . . That will be nice for you.” <br/><br/>And (I decide) if Mistress doesn’t fully employ him, Amanda and I will have the sexiest, cutest pet.<br/></span>