Oh, sister 14. (Memoirs of Sally McGhee iii)

Some o’ them were odd and some were quite shockin’

One even had a weakness for a stockin’

He always brought me a nice silk pair

And another pair for him to wear

He’d strip off his clothes and put on the hose

Then crawl under my dress and rub mine with his nose

When the sniffin’ was done and his man thing rose

He’d ask me politely to remove all my clothes

I’d undress slowly to get him agitated

I loved the way he groaned and salivated

It wasn’t just my nakedness that he anticipated

Puttin’ on the clothes got him stimulated

It must’ve been the fabric that got him animated

Because he needed to feel it while he…

I’m sure you understand

Gratification from his hand

It was a wee bit unnatural and I’m sure you agree

But one thing ye should know about Sally McGhee

Certain things I allowed if there was somethin’ in it for me

And he never failed to impress

For each time he came I got a brand new dress

They certainly weren’t cheap

All the latest fashions I got to keep

Much to the envy of the others

That still had designs much like their mothers

Most of our customers we didn’t get to choose

Whoever we got we’d rightfully abuse

But now and then there was a chance to use

And that was how I also acquired my shoes

I needed somethin’ to match the dresses

Men don’t realise how a woman distresses  

How she can feel incomplete

Havin’ the perfect dress and nothin’ for her feet

So when a customer requested to sniff my shoes

I saw him as one that I could use

The look I gave him was terribly sad

And I told him that those were the only pair I had

He looked at me in complete surprise

And frowned when he saw the tears in my eyes

“Don’t despair,” he said. “Next time I come I shall bring you a pair.”

As the weeks went by he brought more and more

Augmentin’ my eagerness when he came to the door

He’d give me the new pair and use the ones that I was wearin’

There was a rule that he had when it came to the sharin’

I had to wear them all day as there was little chance of airin’

And that’s all he wanted to do

Arouse himself with the odour of my shoe

One night when I was lyin’ alone in my bed

A crazy thought came to my head

What if both o’ them asked me to wed?

What would I do?

Marry the man in the dress?

Or the one that sniffs the shoe?