Taste Of The Countryside

Sometimes, despite being an inner-city footslave, I get to taste the Gynarchy countryside on my customers’ boots!

An 'out-of-towner' makes her female way towards me

She stops to ponder me - and despise me!

She then, unspokenly, presents her filthy, rubber boot toe to my lowly lips for respect-kissing

The boots contain warning signs, indicating how toxic they are!

But I can only taste good, honest, Gynarchy mud...

...from the countryside!

It's a privilege and an honour for an inner-city public footslave such as myself to taste such good, Gynarchy mud!

I wonder if the customer's socks are toxic too?!

Right now, all I care about is giving good lip to the countryside customer-mistress's boots...

...whilst all she cares about is enjoying her cigarette...

...as she looks down on me disparagingly...

...the filth on her boots!


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