Pleasing A Late-Night Customer Mistress
I endeavour to please a slightly inebriated, late-night customer by praising her boots and socks
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| She ambles towards me - bottle in hand |
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| She stops to mock me, asking me how I like her boots and socks? I tell her I like them very much... |
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| ...and she kindly stretches forth her left boot to my face for me to kiss-respect... |
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| ...swiftly followed by her right boot! |
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| The customer-mistress then takes a swig of her beer... |
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| ...leaving my menial mouth tasting her musty-smelling bootleather! |
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| I do admire her boots, though... |
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| ...and her socks! |
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| Socks that will, no doubt, have been on her feet all day inside those black leather boots! |
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| I particularly admire the rim of the sock... |
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| ...as the white, calf-length sock towers over my humble head! |
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| The customer-mistress giggles. I am pleasing her - and must continue to do so, by repeatedly kissing her boots! |











