Naughty boy, thinking I didn’t see you salivating over my boots. For that, I’ll lock you away in the darkest corner of my house and tease you with them, along with my ass. Bouncing, rubbing, shaking, just far enough for it to be out of reach, but plenty for you to watch. The only touch you’ll get is when I allow you to lick my boots and worship the ground I walk on.