Modesty Forbids
Modesty forbids me, a mere slave, from looking up above this demurely-dressed customer mistress’s sock tops as I kiss respect her sneakers.
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| Indeed, both modesty and the Law prohibit me from ever looking above my customers' socks! | 
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| I'm just a footslave, and must remember my place! | 
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| And that place is kissing my superiors' feet and admiring their socks! | 
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| I mean, anyone can see that this superb customer-mistress's demure sock is better than me? | 
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| I am not fit to even breathe in the same air as her socks! | 
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| I'm just garbage - worth less than her socks! | 
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| No wonder the wearer of the socks looks down upon me with righteous contempt! | 
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| I am forbidden by Law to even think about her above the socks! | 
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| My humbling view of the SOCK in front of my face... | 
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| ...and the individual stitches in said SOCK! | 
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| Socks!... Socks!... Socks!... Socks!... SOCKS!... | 
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| ...My customer's SOCKS! | 
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| All is SOCK... | 
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| ...and SOCK is all! | 
 
 
