Spraining My Ankle on Church Group Hike Leads to Feet JOI

I’m going on a group hike with my church when I suddenly fall, spraining my ankle badly. This isn’t the first time—I’ve had several severe sprains before, and I tell everyone about them as they gather around to help. I keep wincing from the sharp pain shooting through my ankle. I gently remove my sock and shoe to assess the damage. Once I’m helped back from the trail, I meet with the doctor, who diagnoses it as a grade III sprain which is the worst kind, with torn ligaments and significant instability. Later, you come in to check on me and notice the sturdy foot brace strapped around my injured ankle. I catch you staring, a bit of drool escaping as you admire my feet. Curious, I ask if you have a foot fetish. But you confess that it’s not just my feet, it’s the fact that I’ve sprained my ankle so severely that’s turning you on. Intrigued and feeling a spark of excitement despite the pain, I decide to tease you further.