Sixth Sense
A man waits patiently outside whilst I, the dumb restroom footkisser, kiss-respect his wife’s feet after she has performed her ablutions. The man must be able to hear my kisses to his wife’s feet as I can sense his manly sneer as he despises me. I have a sixth sense for things like that! By the way, I’m ‘dumb’ in the sense that I am forbidden, by Law, to speak to my customers, on account of my ultra-lowly position in life. All I am good for is kissing feet! I can sense the man's sneer directed towards me as he waits patiently outside for his lovely wife How he must despise me - the dumb restroom footkisser for women! For her part, his wife too despises me And rightly so, for I am obliged, by Law, to silently and respectfully kiss her sneakered feet... ...in the face of her SOCKS! Such SUPERB feet! She arrogantly switches feet in front of my face, as is her perfect right! What a dumbass , she's thinking! He can't even look at me above the SOCKS! He's just a humble hea...