The Whites Of Their Socks

I may not get to see the whites of my customers’ eyes, but I do get to see the whites of their socks. Very much so!

Here you see me admiring the whites of a smart, young businesswoman’s socks.

Staring at the whites of a smart businesswoman's socks as I kiss-respect her smart businesswoman shoes

Staring at socks is all I am good for

My humbling view of the customer-mistress's sock whites

I admire the way the light and the shade dances off her socks...

...and how the individual lines of stitching follow the contours of her shapely, female foot

White socks are always very special

They show up any dirt or dust...

...whilst beautifying the customer's foot

What a great privilege it is for a lowly, public footservant such as myself to be so up-close and personal...

...with the white socks of such a powerful and fabulous young woman!

I have no desire to look her in the eyes...

...only in her socks

I am not worthy to even think of this smart young woman above her socks!

My only regret is that I rarely, if ever, get to kiss the white socks of my betters

My lowly lips are considered unworthy of such an honour!

Which is why it is all the more remarkable that my equally lowly eyes are permitted to feast on such white-sock delights!

Socks!...Socks!...Socks!...Socks!...Socks!... All is SOCKS!

I live my life amongst the socks of my superiors1

 

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