Pamper my feet Loser!

Theres the loser again, hes allowed to greet me in my hotel room and put the banknotes in my boots. Then I pamper, massage and kiss my divine feet. Of course, I let myself go and the loser only gets my feet - that alone is an honour. Ive also packed a nice foot cream. He can use it to rub my divine feet and massage them for a long, long time and kneel on the floor where a slave pig belongs.