Cold & Stern

The customer-mistress is cold and stern, but right now she is the only female company I've got. So I make sure to show her proper footslavish respect. When she barks down at me, with an authoritative West African accent, to kiss her feet, I hastily obey and pucker my lips before lowering them to the rounded toe area of her plain, brown leather shoe.

All too soon, though, despite my best efforts, she is gone - home to the loving bosom of her family, no doubt, leaving me alone and destitute on the sink-estate with only the residual taste of her warm, bitter shoeleather for company.













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