Black Shoes White Socks

This magnificent Muslim customer-mistress visits me on a regular basis for her smart, black shoes to be kiss-respected and her clean, white socks to be studied and admired. I always particularly admire the weave of her white socks.

I’m afraid I don’t know the magnificent customer-mistress’s name because she never speaks to me. And nor should she – for she is above me.














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