Not My Friend

Make no mistake about it - whilst this superb young woman of the Gynarchy is keeping me company on a cold and dark, foggy evening, she is not my friend. She has not brought a warming cup of coffee for me, nor does she even have any warm words for me. She simply wants her shoes lickshined.

She is just another superior customer-mistress who must be respected and obeyed.














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