The garden is beautiful, everything starts to bloom and I walk a little through the dirt. This is what my Hunter Boots look like afterwards. Dirty! Of course, I do not bother myself, to clean them. For that I have you and your useless slave tongue. Come here and bend down towards my boots. Tongue out! Start to lick carefully and slow! I hear it crunching between your teeth and I laugh amused. You swallow the dirt in complete surrender and slobber all over my boots. Slowly I become impatient and start to humiliate you. Like a filthy dog you lie on the ground. I spit in your face and rub it in with my boots. You are a miserable cunt. You have nothing in your life except the love for me and my boots.
