My master is perfect, I would do anything for him. Yesterday he led me on the banks of the Thames. Walking on the river paths, his shoes became dirty... so, obviously, he asked me to make him a total pedicure, and worship his socks and feet. When I see a piece of s*** on a shoe I rest a moment dumbfounded... then I realize that my master deserves this and more, and start sniffing dirty socks and sweaty feet. The terror of being sold to another master is too strong for refusing his orders! ---------------------------*****Il mio adorato padrone - con la sua infinita bonta' - mi ha portato sul... Show more