Weren't you supposed to drop by Richard Lennox's place for a hookup last night? You were, but it was storming. You call him this afternoon to see if he's still free, and... he laughs at you. There are no second chances. What were you down for, anyway? You wanted a foot job? Well, he describes in agonizing detail how he's peeling off his socks, rubbing his feet while he jerks his cock. He doesn't want you to come over, but he does want to torment and tease you about what you're missing. And he knows you would have wanted to be there to catch every drop of the load he spews onto his shirt while he rubbed his feet together.