The office mistress rarely speaks to her at-desk footslave, supplied gratis by her employers, other than to bark orders down at him – normally to lickshine her boots. But, at least during his ‘quiet times’, as he kneels silently and unobtrusively next to his office-mistress’s booted feet, he gets to see, and thus study in detail, a tiny slither of her black, office bootsock! Kneeling and silently studying a tiny slither of his office-mistress's black bootsock-top This is probably the humble highlight of his day! To be able to see even just a glimpse of his office mistress's SOCK... ...above her BOOT ZIPPER! It's pathetic, I know! But then, he is just a lowly, at-desk, office footslave! What really makes his day, though, is if his pretty mistress subliminally moves her right, booted foot backwards For then he gets to see not just the TOP of her RIGHT BOOTSOCK He also gets to see the CREASES in her SOCK... ...thanks to the riding up of her business-suit trouser leg! Of cour...