Problem Solver
This young lady has a problem - her nice, white boots are filthy dirty! Fortunately, I am her problem-solver, for my menial mouth is specifically designed to clean boots.
When she eventually turns to leave me, I take slavish pride in the fact that her boots are indeed much cleaner. Unfortunately, however, I forgot to enquire after her socks, and whether they needed any sweat sucked out of them?
A pair of filthy white boots approach me |
I've got work to do - or rather my tongue has! |
I immediately put my tongue to work on the dirtiest parts |
The young woman kindly facilitates me by switching feet |
Her boots, socks and legs tower over me as I go about my humble task |
Sometimes she watches me at work on her boots... |
...sometimes she simply continues to enjoy her cigarette high above me |
But we both know she isn't leaving until her white boots are sparkling! |
I can taste where she has been... |
...from the dirty soles of her boots |
No parts of her boots must be left untouched by slave-tongue! |
Such a shapely boot... |
...on a shapely calf... |
...on a shapely leg! |
Fortunately, the young woman appears to be in no hurry |
When she does eventually turn to leave... |
...I'm gratified to note that her boots are now much cleaner! |
I feel a sense of foolish pride in my boot-cleaning efforts! |
Not that the wearer of the boots bothers to thank me |
And nor should she - I'm just a slave! |
I forget to ask her if her socks needed cleaning? |