“I didn’t know what to think at the time,” she went on, “but after I got home the ideas just started coming to me. I knew you took good care of your boots, and had seen you clean them with a soft brush and cloth and saddle soap, but I don’t think I had ever seen you clean the soles or the bottom of the heels.
“Anyway, I wondered why you hadn’t asked me how I felt about your wiping the soles off on my pussy, but then it occurred to me that you already knew the answer, or at least thought you did. Actually, it occurred to me that you might have thought about asking me whether I would clean your boots with my mouth, since my lips are soft and supple and would be gentle on your boots, which always look old and almost fragile to me. I thought you knew I would hesitate, and then, as you always do, you would give me an alternative, one that doesn’t seem much better. In this case, you would have pointed out that if I didn’t want to use my mouth to clean your boots, I had another mouth and another pair of soft, supple lips available for use.