Jim Legman lives out more of his foot-related fantasies. He worships the foot of a fine-looking black lady and even finds time for her torso, breasts and butt. Those crotchless pantyhose are so handy, don't you agree? Pleasant jazz score rounds out the experience.

The pace changes in tempo to something akin to the soundtrack from Quake, and some double-chick forced foot massage. Oh, the pain. Oh, the suffering. The adoration of the 10 little piggies ends with a hot scene including a hanging cage, a bit of authority-figure-play, the obligatory hooker with dandy gams and the expected biological gymnastics.