Pure vs Dirt
'You a dirty male slave. You filth. I female. I pure. You kiss my feet, dirty slave!' This bright and intelligent young woman of Asian origins certainly knows her rightful place as she has me kiss-respect her SNEAKERS whilst she enjoys her pure cigarette high above me! She ambles haughtily towards me with the confidence of someone who knows her rightful place in the world! And she's a SMOKER into the bargain! Her FEET stop haughtily in front of my face All I can focus on is her PURE WHITE SOCK... ...inside her LEFT SNEAKER! 'You a dirty male slave. You filth. I female. I pure. You kiss my feet, dirty slave!' 'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. Please don't hurt me, miss. I'm frightened of you, miss?' I'm hoping that my impotent protestations of fear will endear me to her - or at least disincline her to physically hurt me? I am, needless to say, completely and utterly at her FEMALE MERCY down here! I kiss the LEFT SNEAKER beneath...