My eyes are up here, so why are you staring at the ground? What a pathetic excuse for a man. You’re not even staring at my tits! So, you prefer the skin of a creature wrapped around my long strong legs? Do you like how the leather binds my sexy and toned calves and smelly feet? Well, since you won’t make eye contact with me, why don’t you make yourself useful and get intimate with my riding boots. If you want my boots, you’re going to have to earn them. Go on you worthless bootlicker, get down there and clean my boots like a true stableboy slave.
