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You love my legs, don’t you? You don’t have to answer; your comical open-mouthed stare is all the answer I need. Keep looking, I don’t mind. In fact, come here, have a closer look… Mmmm, you like what I’m wearing? My little short silk teddy, cut low and rising high above my muscular legs, my thighs exploding out of my sinful white thong? And my provocative stilettos; do you like those? Do you like how these 6” heels accentuate my lovely calves, how they erupt into balls of sexy muscle? Of course you do. They all do. Now kneel down…that’s right, I’m giving you an order, little man, kneel at my feet and stare pitifully at these legs, the temples of your doom! Yes, that’s it, stare at them, stare at them long and hard and know they are about to become your prison. I stand above you, my hands on my slim hips, and look down at you. I’m way up here, and you’re way down there. As it should be. As it WILL be! You want to touch them, don’t you? You want to run your hands up the hamstring muscles in back of my legs; you want to explore every smooth, muscular inch of my long, strong legs? Well you can’t. You can only look. You’ll get to touch them soon enough, but not with your hands. Now, lean forward, that’s right, on your hands and knees. Bow your head before your Leg Goddess! That’s right, that’s perrrrrrrrrfect. Mmmm, you have such a wonderfully shaped head, so round, such a perfect fit for my legs… That’s right, bow your head, look down at the floor and see nothing but my pretty, pink-painted toenails. Now, move forward just a bit, just a bit more…that’s right. It’s feeding time. My legs are hungry…to sqeeze your HEAD!