Like I Wasn't There

I am often spoken about like I wasn't there:














'Do you think footboys feel the cold like we do, Angela?'













'Erm... dunno really? I know they feel pain when you whip them! I expect the whip warms them up as well?' 

Needless to say, if these two bright young women would only deign to speak to me, instead of just about me, I would happily confirm that I do indeed feel the cold, as well as pain - not that they are likely to care much! After all, I'm just a slave that licks boots!








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