Self-Confessed Feetkissing Loser

It's the break of dawn on a Sunday morning and the two young women have been out partying all night. Now they require their feet to be kiss-respected by a public humble head before they retire to their beds:

'Haha - that's right, slave, kiss my friend Caroline's bare big toe. Show her some respect. And then you've got my sneakers and socks to look forward to! Haha - you're nothing but a girls' feetkissing loser. Say it, dirty slave!'

'Yes, pretty mistress, thanking you kindly pretty mistress. I am nothing but a girls' feetkissing loser, madam, begging your pardon madam if it pleases you miss.'





























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