It's boot season around here, boys. I know for some of you his is your very favorite season of all. There's something so addicting about leather boots and heels. The way the leather clings to my calves sends you all into a frenzy. Unfortunately for you, I don't need another boot worshipper. I have plenty of those. What I need is a slave that will polish my boots with just his tongue. I need you to get down on all fours and lick the dirt and grime from my fabulous boots. I need every speck washed away with your spit until they're shiny and new again. Harsh cleaners won't do for quality leather such as this. So get on your hands and knees. You've got a job to do.