Richard Lennox is aware you covet his feet and fantasize about what you would do with them. Maybe you'd lick them, or let him trample you, or give you a foot job. But he knows he must keep them in good shape for you. That's why he wears socks around the house to cushion against his tile floors, or stretches a comforter out when he wants to go barefoot. He clips and files his nails for you, considerate that when you lick his toes, they should slide smoothly across your tongue. Wouldn't it be delightful to have him pop his toe knuckles in your eager mouth?