“Why don’t you tell me what you were thinking, and then I’ll tell you if you were right,” said Buford quietly.
Tiffany nodded. “Okay.” She paused again to collect her thoughts, then began: “The first time you did it, you caught me completely by surprise. Usually, you ask me whether I’ll do something, and then when I hesitate, you give me an alternative that doesn’t seem much better; but this time you didn’t say anything before you stuck the toe of your boot in my pussy.” Tiffany could hardly believe she had just said that, but she could hardly believe the events of the past year either. It had been an unbelievable year. There was never a dull day at Buford’s chicken farm.
“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.
“Given the alternatives, I felt you had decided you knew which one I would choose, and so you just went ahead and used my pussy lips since you felt you already knew that would be my choice.
“The only thing I couldn’t figure out that first night was what I was getting in return. When you had given me chores to do before, I knew what I was getting in return, but this time I wasn’t sure at all. Then I had my physical, and the doctor said that I must have a thriving, healthy microbiome down there, as I had no trace of a yeast infection; and I realized that everything you had stepped in was probably crawling with micro-organisms and that they would be transferred to my pussy lips along with the dirt and the grime from your boots. After my first ‘inoculation’, I was getting a ‘booster shot’ every time you cleaned your boots!
“That made sense, because I know how much you love the environment and hate to waste anything, especially if it’s just going to end up in a landfill somewhere. I thought you probably liked the idea of using my pussy lips instead of a rag to clean the gunk off your boots because the rag would have just ended up in a landfill after you had disposed of it, and then you would have had to use yet another rag each time you cleaned your boots; my pussy lips on the other hand, after I clean the dirt and grit and crud off of them, have the advantage that they can be used to clean your boots again and again and again, and that is definitely better for the environment.