I know what hes doing, sitting on the couch watching TV, checking the clock every 30 seconds. He knows I get off work at 5, and its 5:20. Iunlock the door and he immediately jumps, shutting off the TV and stripping down to nothing. Bare-assed, he gets on the floor on his knees and assumes the position. I know hes been waiting for this moment all day, since Id left this morning and he gave my boots a longing goodbye.
The door opens and he looks up from the ground to see his Masters perfectly chiseled features, an obvious heartbreaker and womanizer of a person. I just stand there expectantly, a smirk crawling onto my perfect face. He crawls over, his ass wagging (just like I like), and immediately begins kissing my boots, slightly muddied from the days work and wafting a subtle aroma of the contents inside. Silently, I tilt the boot up, insinuating that Id like him to lick out the treads. He hesitates and looks up, knowing where the boots have been, and is well-reluctant to get started on them.
The door opens and he looks up from the ground to see his Masters perfectly chiseled features, an obvious heartbreaker and womanizer of a person. I just stand there expectantly, a smirk crawling onto my perfect face. He crawls over, his ass wagging (just like I like), and immediately begins kissing my boots, slightly muddied from the days work and wafting a subtle aroma of the contents inside. Silently, I tilt the boot up, insinuating that Id like him to lick out the treads. He hesitates and looks up, knowing where the boots have been, and is well-reluctant to get started on them.