In the middle of the city I made myself comfortable on a balcony and enjoyed my milkshake in the sunshine. The slave, who brought me the shake, I immediately condemn to lick my hunter boots clean with his tongue. So that the dried mud between the profile grooves is also beautifully absorbed by his slave tongue, I even give him a few drops of my shake and pour it over my sole. Even a slave may enjoy a bit of milkshake, so that the dirt from the boot soles can be swallowed better.
