Sheila sits on the sofa, looking down on her bitch boy, lucas, in disgust on how pathetic he is. collard up and his leash in jer hand symbolizes her power over him. she lifts her legs up to his face to show him her boots, hinting to him on what he's about to do. first he begs for them. look at this bitch bark for her boots. what a pathetic bitch. he wipes the bottoms of her boots clean with her tongue, tasting all that filth from the streets that she walked on earlier. one at a time, her boots are removed, then he sniffs inside of them, sniffs her smelly socks and licks the bottoms of her feet and sucks her toes. the taste of her dry sweat is the highest honor he will ever receive from a goddess like her. lucas lays on the floor with his tongue sticking out for sheila to wipe her feet on his tongue and face like a doormat. she then orders him to get back on his knees to massage her feet.
