Shapely-Socked Ankles

I don’t know if this customer-mistress with the bright, green hair lives locally. I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen her before. But it would be truly superb if she did and if she therefore became a regular patron to my menial mouth. She’s fantastic – particularly her shapely-socked ankles!

A fantastic, 'girl next door' type of customer-mistress approaches my confined face for the first time

She stops to mock me, asking me if I am looking forward to kiss-respecting her dirty sneakers?

Before I can get a word in edgeways, her right sneaker-toe is then thrust forwards beneath my menial mouth

Needless to say, I must immediately pucker up and respectfully kiss the unkindly proferred, female foot!

As I do so, I am particularly enamoured by the customer's white sock

Or, more precisely, by her shapely-socked ANKLE!

I admire the way the lines of stitching in her sock follow the contours of her inner anklebone

When she switches feet, it's the same observation with her left ankle!

Meanwhile, the pretty owner of the shapely-socked ankles looks down upon me with a mixture of contempt and glee!

She is enjoying using me...

...every bit as much as I am enjoying being used by her!

Though, of course, it's a pathetic and risible slavish enjoyment on my humble part

I'm impotent to do anything other than admire her SOCK!

I hone in on the individual STITCHES of her WHITE SOCK...

...impotently ignoring the soft, bare, feminine skin above the SOCK!

I know my place, and it's at my betters' SHOES and SOCKS...

Particularly when they have such SHAPELY-SOCKED ANKLES!

 

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