Hunter Boots And Our Delicious Ash In Your Mouth

We have a nice day. The slaves have been busy outside and we sit indoors and loving a smoke. Our house slaves sitting bored in the corner and patiently waiting for our next directive. We are wearing sexy boots that drive every Hunter Boots paramour crazy. They are already beginning to drool and can hardly restrain themselves. And a little later their thirsty tongues drape on our boots. Gobbling and smooching the rubber and open their mouths wide and in pure greed to swallow our ashes.