A good old fashioned spit shine

"You stupid bitch!" Yelled the officer. "How am I going to explain this to my colleagues?" As he stared into Johns borrowed eyes a smirk came over his face. "Bend down, I want you to clean them, use your tongue".

The very thought of this repulsed John, but how could he resist. He was handcuffed, weakened **** and exhausted from a lack of air and vomiting. Reluctantly he sank further to his knees bent over and, forgetting he was still handcuffed, promptly face planted onto the sidewalk, cutting Dana's face right above her eyebrow. Bleeding and crying, John inched over to the officers feet and proceeded to link every inch of them clean. The bastard even made him clean the soles of his shoes.

Satisfied that the job was done the officer grabbed John by the handcuffs and hanked his borrowed body to its feet. His shakey legs making him glad Dana had decided to wear tennis shoes today. Meekly, he spoke "Sir, please, I've done all you asked. May I please go now?"