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! |