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!
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A fabulous sink-estate mistress in her night attire, and a smoker to boot, approaches me down the corridor |
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The local residents often pop outside their flats for a sneaky cigarette |
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The middle-aged mistress madam stops directly in front of my corridor-confined face |
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I get a SUPERB, close-up view of her slippers and socks... |
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...as she looks disparagingly down at me |
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Then her left slippered foot is shoved towards my awaiting, menial mouth |
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I taste her slipper as she tastes tobacco |
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Mind you, she continues to inspect my lowly lipwork on her foot attire... |
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...elegantly swapping feet in front of my feckless, footslave face |
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I am now become a kisser of slippers... |
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...and an admirer of slovenly bedsocks |
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I'm just a pathetic, slipper and sock serving public footslave! |