Free Spirit
Everything about her is perfection - from her motorcycle helmet down to her motorcycle boots and socks. It is a sheer honour for the likes of me to have my face even breathing the same air as her black leather motorcycle boots and to taste their oily texture as I divest them of their inevitable grease and dirt. I can only hope and pray that this customer-mistress will come again and again to my dirty alcove in order to have her fabulous biker boots lickshined beneath her equally fabulous thick, biker socks!
But oh how she despises me - for she is a free spirit and I am nothing but an enslaved bootlicker!
But oh how she despises me - for she is a free spirit and I am nothing but an enslaved bootlicker!