A highflyer has her superior shoes lickshined by a lowlife public
footslave. His tongue should feel privileged to touch them!
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| Down amongst the other weeds, outside a busy airline's HQ, a public footslave lickshines a highflyer's shoes |
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| The shoes of someone who is going places... |
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| ...though he can only taste where she has been! |
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| He knows, in his heart of hearts, that his footslave tongue is privileged to taste the stewardess's shoesoles... |
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| ...as she towers over him... |
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| ...and looks down upon him with understandable contempt |
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| Haha, the footslave is just a nothing and a nobody... |
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| ...whereas she is a somebody! |
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| A somebody whose shoes he is barely fit to lick... |
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| ...and whose legs he is forbidden to look up at! |
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| She turns to leave him as she, no doubt, heads off to some exotic clime |
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| Haha, whereas the loser footslave, by way of complete contrast, is going nowhere. Still, at least he's had a brief taste of her exotic, high-flying lifestyle! |
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