You’ve been the poor victim of all my cruel boot torments. I’ve been ballbusting you for hours and hours and now you’re a miserable mess on the ground. Then to make matter worse I kicked you while you were down. But I did NOT stop there. I trampled you till your stomach looked like Swiss cheese. You’re all broken and battered now. But slave, it’s not over yet! You still need to clean up your mess. The mess you made on my boots. The Red Life Juice, sweat and tears on my boots need to be wiped away. So get off your back and get on your knees. And clean boot, bitch!
