Making you stroke for my feet

This is the last time we meet. I have a bet for you: I have something you cannot resist, something that provokes an instant buldge in your pants. So the bet is: if you manage not to stroke to this, I will leave you alone. But if you get obsessed with stroking, you will serve me endlessly. Are you ready? My secret power is my feet. Look how I rub them on each other, how I slide my fingers between the toes....I always knew you lose....this is the bet you cannot win...ever. So kneel down in front of my feet and stroke in their honor!