Some might regard her as a bit skinny and plain. But to me, of
course, she is a goddess whom I am unfit to look at, or even think about, above
her ankles. I like my customers plainish!
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A plainish-looking customer approaches me in the middle of the night |
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Nothing remarkable about her appearance... |
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...or her haughty attitude! She silently shoves her sneakered foot in front of my confined face for respect-kissing |
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I'll say one thing for her, though - she wears nice sock! |
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A fancy, purple sock, just peeking out over the top of her plainish, grey sneaker |
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I admire the flowery pattern in the short sock |
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Her sneakers are predictably dirty... |
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...being the sneakers of a young woman! |
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Her long legs are bare above the sock... |
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...but, needless to say, I am not permitted to even think about my esteemed customer above the sock! |
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As the sign above me on the wall says, I'm just a slave |
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The young woman demonstrates good and arrogant hands on hips action... |
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...as she switches her sneakered feet several times in front of my lowly lips |
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She then turns and leaves me, without having said a word to me |
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But her body language eloquently conveyed her young-womanly contempt for me! |
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Meanwhile, I keep my eye on fancy sock... |
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...the sock of a plainish goddess! |
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Such socks deserve my slavish devotion... |
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...as they are patently female socks! |
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Oh to be able to follow those short, purple socks to heel! |
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But I am impotent as the young woman walks away from me |
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All I can do is look and yearn... |
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...yearn to be a plainish young woman's personal footslave! |