Today I have another story to tell the plumber at my home when I come ✱✱✱✱. I need to rest and sit in front of him. I ✱✱✱ my dirty shoes on his underwear as it was a ✱✱✱ day. I know he doesn't mind it, and maybe he enjoys my presence a little and my stories, just looking at me and my shoes on his ✱✱✱✱. Later, I ask him to come closer; he does, and then I can ✱✱✱ my shoes on his stomach and chest, just ignoring his feelings. The most important thing is my feet up and resting. Later, his underwear comes off, and yet she still can't keep her dirty shoe sole from his ✱✱✱✱ and ✱✱✱✱. Often there is no movement. Again, his ✱✱✱✱ is the unspoken target. A few times, her shoe is on his lower chest/stomach as her heel is ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ down on his ✱✱✱✱ as if she is unaware of this.