Serving All Sorts (ii)

Having been thoroughly humbled by an elderly master-sir and his shoes and socks, next up to my face is a middle-aged sink estate mistress in her night attire who casually imposes her slippered and socked feet on my face.

Again, I slavishly study and admire her socks as I kiss her feet. And again, praise be unto her!

A fabulous sink-estate mistress in her night attire, and a smoker to boot, approaches me down the corridor

The local residents often pop outside their flats for a sneaky cigarette

The middle-aged mistress madam stops directly in front of my corridor-confined face 

I get a SUPERB, close-up view of her slippers and socks...

...as she looks disparagingly down at me

Then her left slippered foot is shoved towards my awaiting, menial mouth

I taste her slipper as she tastes tobacco

Mind you, she continues to inspect my lowly lipwork on her foot attire...

...elegantly swapping feet in front of my feckless, footslave face

I am now become a kisser of slippers...

...and an admirer of slovenly bedsocks

I'm just a pathetic, slipper and sock serving public footslave!
 

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