Gone & Forgotten
As soon as the office-worker mistress has finished using me to have her office boots lickshined, I am forgotten. And rightly so, for I'm just a public humble-head.
| I'm not difficult to spot, being located right outside her office |
| She contemplates using me to clean her office boots |
| Decision made! My tongue must get to work! |
| The boots taste vile... |
| ...but look fabulous. Such stylish, modern boots! |
| Her socks are equally impressive! |
| I taste where this superb young woman has been... |
| ...whilst she casually texts her boyfriend high above me |
| She switches her booted feet automatically in front of my face... |
| ...interrupting her text-messaging only briefly to inspect my progress |
| Once her boots are clean, and only then, she abandons me |
| I now have the indignity of watching her stylish boots & socks... |
| ...turning their backs on me! |
| I am already forgotten by her |
| Her magnificent mind is full of lascivious thoughts about her boyfriend |
| At least when she meets up with him tonight her boots will be clean! |