Mr. Summers, a 43-year-old Director who is sweet, good-looking and filthy rich, has a huge foot fetish. He has been on numerous dates, and on each one, he has had multiple pairs of shoes couriered over to enjoy wearing and to want to drool over. Up until now, he has got it spot on. He hasn’t even sent his PA out to Gucci or Prada to shop up a storm; he has picked out the strappy sandals himself, and our lady’s gratefulness has indeed shown when they have enjoyed their evenings at the hotel he practically keeps residence at.
Mr. Summers and his companions have found different ways to flirt with each other in each of their meetings. Starting with dinner or drinks in the best establishments, they dress to suit their fabulous peep toe Jimmi Choo’s and use their newly pedicured feet to full advantage to work him into a frenzy of despair at not being able to move for quite a while.
Fortunately, and our ladies know they haven’t done anything wrong, as some ladies have ripped open the familiar packaging as gifts and pulled leather gems from their shoe bags, they could see straight away that the crepe platform satin sandals with the distinct red heels and the biker glitter platforms of Hubert that these were just the most hideous footwear known to womankind. What would their feet think they had done wrong to be slipped into such monstrosities? Their poor French polished toes would believe they were being punished in some way.
For our overnight escorts, they have to use their powers of persuasion and feminine charm to convince him that they don’t need to go out in those shoes; they need to share them in the comfort of his rented accommodation because these boots certainly weren’t made for walking…in public!