Casual Sox

A bright and beautiful customer-mistress has me lickshine her ballet flats in the face of her casual socks!

Though her socks may be casual...


...her attitude is anything but...


...as she sits above me on the public shoelick-chair of power...


...having her grey ballet flats lickshined!


Indeed, she watches me like a hawk...


...until her phone pings with an incoming text message!


Then she appears to lose interest in my humble tongue-work...


...though I continue working beneath her, of course!


I have not been told to stop!


Therefore I must continue licking...


...whilst eyeing up her fabulous socks!


Casual, ultra-sort, ankle-revealing socks!


The socks of an Indian goddess!


I daren't look at her skin above the sock...


...since I am not worthy to do so!


My place is beneath her shoes and socks...


...tasting where she has been!


She seems distracted by her text message...


...but not enough to prevent her from snapping angrily down at me:


...'LICK HARDER, STUPID SLAVE! I WANNA FEEL YOUR TONGUE THROUGH MY SHOES!'


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