Middle-Aged Mocker Mistress














Regular customer-mistress Ms Jean madam often stops by me on her way home from work in order to have her feet kissed and to mock me. Tonight she asks me if I don't feel shame, having to kiss people's dirty feet all day long, and look at their socks? I respectfully respond that I do indeed feel shame, begging the mistress's pardon and thanking her kindly for her kind question. 

She laughs at me before turning to leave. I must watch the backs of her sneakers and socks as she walks through the puddles.

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