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! |