Her Socks Are My Life (ii)
True to her female word, regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta Madam has returned to my lonely footblock to show me another pair of her cheap, multipack socks. She deliberately holds the side of her foot up to my face so that I can observe at close quarters her socked ankle. This sock is green, with several different hues of vertical, green stripes and matching vertical rows of stitching.
Ms Mukta Madam asks me how I like her sock? I reply, with typical, but respectful, slavespeak hyperbole that it is the most wonderful sock I have ever seen! She laughs at me and orders me to kiss the side of her stripy, green sock 100 times.