Joy Of Conversation
Ms Mukta enjoys a chat and a catch-up with one of her many friends on her phone at the prisoner-slave’s expense as he languishes beneath her, and next to her SOCKS, in the stocks. She doesn’t give the slave beneath her a second thought, and certainly won’t converse with him even after she has finished her phone call, and even though his menial slave-mind is full of respectful and worshipful thoughts about her ELASTICATED SOCKTOPS!
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Enjoying a conversation on her phone high above the prisoner-slave in the stocks |
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Her SOCKS are rubbing aginst his confined forehead... |
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...as all he can see from his ignominious wooden window is BOOTS and SOCKS! |
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No wonder his small, menial mind is preoccupied with his tormentress's SOCKS! |
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Her SOCKS! |
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Her LEGS!... Her SOCKS!... |
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...Her BOOTS!... |
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Haha, what a lowly, ignominious position for the SLAVE to be in... |
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...trapped between a girl's BOOTS and SOCKS! |
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As she subliminally moves her legs... |
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...the ELASTICATED TOP of Ms Mukta's LEFT SOCK brushes against the confined fool's feckless forehead |
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Haha, see how he feels compelled to study the RIBBED STITCHING in the ELASTICATED TOP of Ms Mukta's SOCK! |