Licks
Mukta and her husband Simon enjoy tormenting a prisoner-slave in the pillory. Ms Mukta is mockingly asking the prisoner if he would like a lick of her refreshing ice cream as he appears to be sweating a lot, whilst master Simon sir wittily suggests the only ‘licks’ the slave deserves are the licks to his back from the gaoler’s WHIP!
Everyone laughs - apart from the hapless prisoner-slave.
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| Ms Mukta mockingly offering the pilloried prisoner a lick of her ice cream | 
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| But he is too distressed to be able eat anything! | 
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| His tormentress's sneakers | 
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| I'll wager he would rather lick those than an ice cream right now! | 
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| Look at Ms Mukta's, inviting creamy white socks peeking out from the tops of her sneakers! | 
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| No wonder the nearby magistrate master-sir is laughing at the prisoner in the pillory! | 
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| The prisoner must also be getting a humbling view of master Simon's sock! | 
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| The sock of a real man. The sock of Ms Mukta's beloved partner! | 
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| No wonder master Simon sir looks happy! | 
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| The gaoler too is having a good laugh at the pilloried prisoner's expense... | 
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| ...his whipping fingers just itching to apply several 'licks' of the WHIP to the prisoner's back! | 
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| The gaoler sir's shoes and stockings | 
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| The face of anguish - the sweating face of the mocked and pilloried prisoner! | 
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| The socks of POWER - the socks of Ms Mukta! | 
 
 
