The click clack clatter of their boots filling the room as they enter, Lady Dark Angel and Mistress Frankie in the riding gear stride across the floor at Valhalla to offer their slave, their boots, showing off the rigours they had endured, soil, mud in the furrows of the soles, streaking down the sides. Having exhibited the condition of their boots, Lady Dark Angel asks what the slave was going to do about the state of these boots as both ladies offer their not-unexpected solution. To assist where tongues may be dry, Mistress Frankie offers some of her spit

No sooner however Lady D...

The click clack clatter of their boots filling the room as they enter, Lady Dark Angel and Mistress Frankie in the riding gear stride across the floor at Valhalla to offer their slave, their boots, showing off the rigours they had endured, soil, mud in the furrows of the soles, streaking down the sides. Having exhibited the condition of their boots, Lady Dark Angel asks what the slave was going to do about the state of these boots as both ladies offer their not-unexpected solution. To assist where tongues may be dry, Mistress Frankie offers some of her spit

No sooner however Lady Dark Angel adds her instructions encouraging fervent cleaning of their soiled boots, maneuvering her boots. As she is doing so Mistress Frankie notices their slave becoming a little more excited. Both ladies quiz the slave considering whether their slave was a boot wanker or perhaps willy wanker, adding that were the ladies to leave him alone with their boots only to discover what he might have done in them, there would indeed be trouble. The urging continues as both ladies heighten their expectation and encouragement of what they expect from their boot-cleaning slave. Both ladies are getting very excited at the prospect of their boots being cleaned by a willy wanker