One of the humble highlights of my day, for me at least,
comes when a bright and intelligent-looking young woman approaches me in the
late afternoon. I’ve not encountered her before. I know that for a fact, for I
would never forget having served such a fabulous pair of ankle boots!
Those boots were the aforementioned highlight of my day.
They tasted so gritty on my lowly lips!
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| She approaches me in the late afternoon with her phone in her hand at the ready |
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| She won't be filming me, of course! Why would anyone want to film an ordinary, common-or-garden footslave? |
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| As she presents her boots to me, one at a time, for respect kissing, I sadly only get to see one sock close-up... |
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| ...i.e. the sock on her other leg each time. But I do get to silently count the sock creases! |
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What I can't see, of course, is the customer-mistress high above me. I expect she's busy reading her text messages?
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After several kisses by my menial mouth to each dirty boot-toe, she turns to leave me
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| Thankfully, she's heading back the way she came... |
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| ...so I get to trace the progress of her departing boots and socks with my lowly eyes! I shan't forget them! |
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