I always regard my encounters with Ms Mukta madam as
appointments to view – appointments to view her SOCKS, which never
disappoint, being the SOCKS of a SUPERB and SUPERIOR young woman!
Here you see me admiringly viewing her WHITE SOCKS as I
lickshine her blue and white sneakers beneath her red and white tracksuit. Such
style! Such class! The SOCKS of a track-suited goddess!
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| Lickshining Ms Mukta's SNEAKERS with a mouthful of SHOELEATHER, and an eyeful of SOCK! |
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| Her other SHOE taps impatiently against the side of my humble head as I tongue-attend to its sister SHOE |
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| Truly, I am where I belong - down amongst Ms Mukta's SHOES and SOCKS! |
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| Her RIGHT SOCK on her RIGHT ANKLE is directly ahead of me... |
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| ...as I lickshine her LACES (All parts of the exterior of a customer's SHOE must be lickshined!) |
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| I maske sure my NOSE doesn't inadvertently touch her SOCK |
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SOCK which is so near, and yet so far!
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| But the Law states I may only look at my customers' SOCKS; not touch them... |
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| ...unless I am specifically ordered to do so! |
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| It's an order which, sadly for me, is not forthcoming from Ms Mukta madam's magnificent mouth! |
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| But one order is suddenly forthcoming: 'Slave, look at my other SOCK too!' |
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| 'Mmmph... Yeth, mithtreth madam... |
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| ...At oneth, mithtreth Muktha madam.' |
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| Apologies for my mumbling, but my menial mouth is still full of SNEAKER as I must view SOCK! |