It's 1954 and to find a woman that lets you indulge your boot fetish is nearly impossible to find must less in a rubber dress. But my boots need polishing and I'm not going to do it, so get on your knees and start licking. I know you can’t resist me, eager to obey my every command. Lick from my filthy stiletto all the way up my black leathery legs. When I need my boots clean, then you will be my boot worship slave understand.