I have the opposite of a foot fetish, an anti-foot fetish, a foot aversion, an extreme dislike of all things feet and especially all things that involve people (or...gross...animals) touching my feet. This is probably because my feet malfunction in a variety of ways that I won't bother getting into right now. Suffice to say, this is not my cup of tea:
I'm not sure what the point of this is. Maybe the fish eat the dirt? The dead skin? Maybe they eat the nasty particles of their own shit that are floating in the water and that, I'm sure, adhere to your feet immediately if you are foolish enough to plunge them into the depths?
I don't know, and I don't really care. But Jenny seemed to enjoy it.