This beautiful, Romany customer-mistress has very definite
instructions for me, the public shoelick:
‘Make sure you clean the underside of my shoes, slave.
Taste the dirt I have been walking in! I want the soles of my shoes to be sparkling!’
‘Yes, mistress madam.’
At least she kindly twists her shapely ankle around so that
my tongue may gain the required access to the dirty sole of her shoe! 
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| ‘Make sure you clean the underside of my shoes, slave... | 
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| ...Taste the dirt I have been walking in!... 
 
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| ...I want the soles of my shoes to be sparkling!’ | 
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| ‘Yes, mistress madam.’ | 
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| It is an inestimable, if humiliating, honour to taste this Romany goddess's SHOEDIRT! | 
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| To literally, as she herself had put it, taste where she has been! | 
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| I respectfully keep my eyes focused downwards on the menial task in mouth | 
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| I must not stare at the Romany goddess's cleavage (i.e. her TOE CLEAVAGE!) | 
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| I am not fit to look her in the BARE FOOT! | 
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| I'm just a common-or-garden, PUBLIC SHOELICK | 
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| WHIPMARKS on my shoulders; SHOEDIRT in my mouth; FOOTSKIN in front of my face. Such is my LOWLY LIFE! |