Not Good Enough
It's 1:30 AM and a tired and irritable Indian customer-mistress requires her dirty shoes to be lickshined; so lickshined they shall be!
I like her fancy, white socks. It is such an honour to be so close to an Indian girl's socks that have been on her feet all day - not to mention tasting where she has been walking, although her dirty shoeleather leaves a bitter taste in my menial mouth after she turns and scowlingly walks away from me.
She's right to scowl, for, to my eternal shame, her shoes aren't that much cleaner after visiting me despite my tongue's strenuous, late-night efforts. It's just not good enough! I hope this bright young woman doesn't report me to the female municipal authorities and have me whipped!
I like her fancy, white socks. It is such an honour to be so close to an Indian girl's socks that have been on her feet all day - not to mention tasting where she has been walking, although her dirty shoeleather leaves a bitter taste in my menial mouth after she turns and scowlingly walks away from me.
She's right to scowl, for, to my eternal shame, her shoes aren't that much cleaner after visiting me despite my tongue's strenuous, late-night efforts. It's just not good enough! I hope this bright young woman doesn't report me to the female municipal authorities and have me whipped!