Purposefully

She strides towards me purposefully - determined that I should show respect for her boots and divest them of their streetdirt with my tongue. She doesn't care if her boots taste vile - so long as they are cleaned!

After my feeble efforts, she crouches down to mock me to my face for having a mouthful of her bootmud in my oral orifice. She says I'm nothing more than a girl's bootmud-taster and that I should be ashamed.

I am.

She then turns and leaves me to rot in the dirt, with her dirt inside my menial mouth. Even her backpack appears to be gloating over me.