What Boyfriends Are For
'Haha! That's right, slave boy! Lick clean my girlfriend's sneakers - and make sure you do a good job on them. I wanna be able to see my face in them when you've finished! And don't look at my pretty girlfriend above the sock - you're just a slave!'
'Yes, master sir. Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, masters. Please don't beat me, master and mistress!'
The master-sir is only doing what a free male should do - gallantly supporting his pretty girlfriend as she utilises my humble shoecleaning services on the sink-estate stairwell. Respect to him; and to her, of course. As the master-sir rightly says, I am not worthy to look at his girlfriend above the sock. How she must love him - her strong protector; and despise me - her weak and impotent, public footservant! Truly I belong down at this happy couple's feet!
'Yes, master sir. Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, masters. Please don't beat me, master and mistress!'
The master-sir is only doing what a free male should do - gallantly supporting his pretty girlfriend as she utilises my humble shoecleaning services on the sink-estate stairwell. Respect to him; and to her, of course. As the master-sir rightly says, I am not worthy to look at his girlfriend above the sock. How she must love him - her strong protector; and despise me - her weak and impotent, public footservant! Truly I belong down at this happy couple's feet!