A Public Feetlicker's Personal Tastes

The good-looking Chinese couple delight in humiliating me with their dirty footwear in the public underpass. The young woman even couches down to my face whilst I am lickshining her husband’s brown leather loafers and asks me in her Chinese accent which shoes I like tasting the most – hers, or her husbands? I thank the Chinese customer-mistress kindly for her kind question, and most respectfully inform her that the vile flavours of all types of dirty shoes are fitting for my inferior taste buds, since I am just a slave, and it is thus impossible for me to say that I favour one particular flavour of shoe over another, if she would be so kind and understanding please don’t hurt me Chinese mistress madam?

Fortunately for me, both the master and mistress merely burst out laughing at my somewhat impertinent response, and they both leave me with happy smiles on their handsome faces – and, of course, with a bad taste lingering inside my menial mouth; that of their combined, residual shoedirt!
















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