Socks Reckoning

 A handsome couple enjoy mocking me:

‘Yo sockieboy slave, what do you reckon to my socks? Do you like my socks? What do you fink of all the creases in my socks, an’ that?’

‘Oh pray pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress madam and mighty master sir, this slave does indeed admire your socks, madam, and especially the creases in your socks, miss, begging your male and female pardons and understandings, masters?’

‘Yo sockieboy slave, what do you fink of all the creases in my socks, an’ that?’

‘Oh pray pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress madam and mighty master sir, this slave does indeed admire your socks, madam...

...and especially the creases in your socks, miss, begging your male and female pardons and understandings, masters?’

The sock creases I am so enamoured by...

...and beyond them the socks of the young woman's mighty manfriend!

The socks of a real man, who has his girlfriend's love, adoration and respect!

No wonder they both look happy...

...as they stare disparagingly down at me...

...whilst I humbly eulogise the young woman's sock creases...

...on her shapely, booted ankle which is, so kindly, twisted towards my confined face!

I pathetically praise her boot and sock!

And kiss the arrogantly outstretched boot-toe!


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