Catch-Up

Needless to say, although smart and clever young women from the local estate often gather around me for a chat and a fag, their superior worlds do not revolve around me. In fact, they will often totally ignore me as they converse with one another - which is frustrating, as I yearn to kiss and lickshine their dirty shoes and boots. It's hard-wired into my footslave DNA to do so! But these superior young women have better things to do with their precious time - such as gossip about their boyfriends. I'm just a convenient meeting point for them: 'Let's meet by the public humble-head at 7 o'clock. Good to have a catch-up, and that?' 

Three smart young women having a prearranged catch-up next to my humble head

Their shoes and socks are so near - and yet so far! The sneakers and frilly, white anklesocks of Ms Aneka madam...

...The dirty, black leather ankleboots and brown socks of Ms Mukta madam...

...her right boot pointing at my face - as if crying out to be licked!

But, frustratingly for me, it keeps its female distance!

As do the equally familiar shoes and socks of Ms Arabella madam, standing directly in front of me

I know all these girls - though I am not their friend. They are my betters, and I am just their local public humble-head slave!

Oftentimes they will make use of me for a lick and a shine of their dirty, sink-estate footwear

But not today, it seems!

Today, I'm not even an afterthought in their pretty minds!

I'm just a convenient meeting point...

...for them to catch up with one another and discuss their menfolk...

...especially their respective menfolk's performance in bed!

Needless to say, I am not a party to the conversation as I know nothing about sex. I'm just a public footslave - and a redundant one at that, it seems!


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