Socks! Socks! Socks! Socks! SOCKS! My whole lowly life is
dominated by SOCKS – the SOCKS, shoes and feet of my betters, as I kiss their
feet through the bars of my lowly dungeon cell!
Here you see me silently SOCK-ADMIRING a young woman who is
kindly taking the time to have her SNEAKERED FEET kissed by me. Her SOCKS are
only partially visible beneath her trouser hems, but I make sure to silently
and unobtrusively study each and every INDIVIDUAL STITCH, along with the
CREASES, in her SOCKS!
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| Silently and unobtrusively admiring a customer's SOCKS whilst kissing her SNEAKERS |
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| I study the CREASES in her WHITE SOCK... |
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| ...as well as the INDIVIDUAL STITCHES |
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| CREASES and STITCHES |
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| Every aspect of the SOCK must be examined, including the CURVATURE over her SHAPELY ANKLEBONE! |
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| My whole menial mind is focused on SOCK! |
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| And not just the SOCK directly in front of me, but her other SOCK too... |
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| ...waiting in the wings! |
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| I can just make out some of the individual STITCHES in her OTHER SOCK too! |
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| Truly, my lowly life is dominated by SOCK - the SOCKS of my BETTERS! |
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| Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the SOCKS looks down upon me pityingly. I am truly pathetic in her eyes... |
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| ...obliged, as I am, to not only kiss her feet, but admire her SOCKS whilst I am doing so! |
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| SOCK! SOCK! SOCK! SOCK! SOCK!... |
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| ALL is SOCK, and SOCK is ALL! |