Even late at night the public footslave gets an eyeful of
SOCK, towering over his humble head as he kisses loafer shoes!
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She looks down on the public footslave with a mixture of pity and contempt... |
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...before casually imposing her black loafer shoe on his menial, municipal mouth... |
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...and her long, white SOCK on his tired and sore eyes! |
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Of course, it's inevitable the slave's lowly field of vision will be dominated by SOCK as he kisses SHOE |
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Indeed, his face is so close to the SOCK, he gets to see the individual lines of fine, cotton STITCHING! |
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The SOCK, as it were, TOWERS over his humble shoe-kissing head! |
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SOCK!... All is SOCK! |
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The SOCKS of a pretty mistress, seemingly on her way home from a late-night party |
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She is certainly wearing a slinky, party dress... |
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..not that it's any of the footslave's business what she is wearing on her upper body |
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His only business is with her SHOES and SOCKS! |
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He studies the SOCK as he tastes the SHOELEATHER |
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SOCK!... The SOCK!... |
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The STITCHES! |