Sometimes a municipal footslave has his work cut out! Here
you see me doing my ankle-level best to tongue-clean the filthy rubber boots of
a beautiful, hardworking construction-worker customer mistress. There is
absolutely no chance of my being rewarded with a glimpse of her hardworking
socks inside her boots, unfortunately – no matter how hard I try!
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A hardworking customer-mistress requires me to tongue-clean her filthy boots... |
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...whilst she catches up with her social media during a well-earned break |
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My tongue has its lowly work cut out! |
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Her boots are, naturally, caked in mud and dirt and grime! |
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And, sadly, I have no chance of observing her hardworking socks inside her boots! |
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But, municipal footslaves can't be choosers. I must lick whatever footwear is presented to me! |
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The smell of dirty rubber is OVERPOWERING! |
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Not that the pretty wearer of the dirty, rubber boots gives a damn about the boot smells enveloping me! |
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She doesn't even acknowledge me... |
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...not even when she turns to leave |
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I'm just a thing that cleans her boots... |
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...or, at least, does his ankle-level best to do so! |
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Unlike the pretty customer mistress, I don't have any tools to assist me in my work - only my tongue! |
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Again, like she gives a damn! |
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I must say, although her boots are not exactly 'pristine' as they turn their backs on me... |
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...they do look a least a little bit cleaner? |
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Mind you, it was probably nugatory work on my humble part, since she is heading back to the nearby construction site! |