Masterful Warning

A protective master-sir warns me to do a good job in tongue-cleaning his pretty partner's boots! I can tell she's impressed with him.

'Clean my girl's boots, boy - and make sure you get off all the dirt and gunk!...

'...Otherwise, you'll have ME to answer to! You hear me, boy?'

'Yes, master sir. I hear and obey you, sir!'

I make sure to respectfully keep my gormless gaze below the young woman's socks

Her socks are, after all, better than me...

...being the socks of a young woman!

The master-sir continues to warn and encourage me to ever greater efforts on his friend's boots...

...much to her delight and amusement! What an impressive man her boyfriend is!

 

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  1. Anonymous23 August 2023 at 13:44

    Ok, this is my new request :D the usual bus stop slave.. First, a black girl arrives, put her feet with sandals in his face. Then, a white jogger girl, who put her sweaty socked feet on his face to smell while she waits for the bus. And finally, a Japanese or Chinese girl who arrives, takes her birkenstock off and makes him lick her sweaty feet. Seems nice. Are you able to render a pair of birkenstock gizeh?

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