I’m so excited! Blonde, office goddess-mistress Sally is soon to go off on maternity leave, and she now looks more radiant than ever as she sits imperiously above me in the office-corridor, shoeshine-seat of power, her feet resting arrogantly on the footblock in front of my face. The only discernible difference is that she is now wearing white flats on her feet, along with her familiar tan-coloured stockings and knee-length, grey and white pinstriped, pencil skirt; before she became heavily pregnant she always used to wear heels around the office – delicious-looking and tasting, shiny, black, high-heeled pumps which I would have happily licked for hours! But flats are ok too; flats are good – especially such a nice, musty-smelling pair of plain, white flats on her mum-to-be, rounded-toe areas. I, of course, verbally grovel and fawn to mistress Sally, in between lickshining her musty, white ballet-flats: ‘Oh pray mistress Sally… lick…lick …if it pleases you mistress S...