Foul-Mouthed Mistress

Her piercing, female voice echoes through the empty alleyway as my customer-mistress swears LOUDLY down the phone - apparently at her gentleman-friend. Yet, in spite of her foul-mouthedness, I must diligently and humbly lick-respect her sneakers down amongst the trash, since this coarse young woman is, self-evidently, my infinite better. Plus, unlike her gentleman-friend, I am in immediate physical danger from her young-womanly wrath, so I do well to focus on placating her angry sneakers with my menial mouth!














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