Allergies
On a cold and foggy evening a pretty customer-mistress, well wrapped up against the cold, uses a public humble head to have her magnificent, warm and furry, winter boots kiss-respected. The slave can only hope and pray that they don’t make him sneeze, as he is allergic to fur! Never mind, at least he’s not allergic to her THICK, WHITE WOOLEN SOCKS! Her voice is muffled by her scarf: 'Slave, kiss my boots. And don't forget to look up at my SOCKS!' The slave immediately lowers his lips to the furry boots in front of him... ...even though he's allergic to fur! He must hope and pray that he doesn't sneeze all over the customer's lovely boots! Meanwhile, he's hoping that by obediently studying the young woman's SOCKS above him, it may take his mind off his allergy! Nevertheless, his eyes have to get past the fur first! Fortunately, the customer's WHITE SOCKS are lovely, with plenty of patterns in the STITCHING to admire! And CREASES! The CREASED, WINTE...