Frankly My Dear, She Doesn't Give A Damn

The smart young woman doesn't give a damn about me as I kiss-respect her sneakers. And quite frankly, why should she? I'm just a public humble-head slave!

Meanwhile her tube socks tower over my footkissing head reminding me of her absolute female power over me.


















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