Big, burly businessman Michael had a very rough day at work and his feet were killing him. What better way to show my appreciation for him as a friend than to get down on my knees and worship his size 12 feet at MY FRIENDS' FEET? Michael was definitely up for that. He kicked back with his feet up on an ottoman, his black dress socked feet at the perfect level for my kneading hands. He loved the foot massage I gave him, but was loving life even more by the time I had my mouth clamped over top of his bare size 12s. What a total foot stud Michael is. And so hairy and muscular too!