Brendan Cage didn't know what hit him when I kidnapped him, tied him to a sofa and had my way with his masculine, size 11 feet. He of course protested - with a gag over his mouth, mind you - but it did him no good. Brendan's feet were all mine and I certainly wasted no time taking off his shoes, sniffing his ripe shoes and socks and orally worshipping his manly feet. I think Brendan liked it too!