World Class

She’s a world class customer-mistress, and her pink and white socks are world class to match! I endeavour to tell her so:

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if you will forgive me, pretty mistress, this slave is indeed most admiring of your socks, madam, if I may be so bold, mistress, please don’t beat me mistress?’

‘Shut up, dirty esclave! You not talk. Only clean feet!’

‘Yes, mistress. Sorry, mistress. I’m stupid mistress!’

So, I can tell from her accent that she’s from a French speaking part of the world. I can only hope the dirt on her sandals is from abroad also, for that would truly be an honour – to have a haughty, Francophone girl’s foreign shoedirt inside my menial mouth!













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