Socks Cleaner
Sometimes, after a long hard day at the office, all a girl really wants from her porch-footslave on her return home is to kick off her shoes and have her sweaty socks cleaned!
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| The porch-slave's pretty mistress |
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| What it's like to be beneath a woman's socked foot! |
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| Licking off the sweat from her sock sole |
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| The bottom of the sock looms large over your face |
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| All you can see (and taste) is sock! |
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| She manoeuvres her socked foot around your tongue |
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| At times you instinctively close your eyes as you fear the sock |
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| But for the most part you try to see what you are licking |
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| An anxious wait. Will the sock descend on you again? |
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| You are at the mercy of your mistress... |
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| ...and her socked feet! |
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| They could crush you! |
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| Slowly her socks heads once again towards your menial mouth |
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| It looms ever larger |
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| Soon it will hide your mistress's pretty face... |
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| ...and all you will see, smell and taste is sock! |
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| Where he belongs - down amongst the stink! |

























































