Taking Advantage
Local goddess-girl, Ms Mukta madam, often uses me as a seatrest whilst she is conversing with her friends on the phone. At such times, she doesn't utter a single word to me. She just plonks herself down on the crossbar above my wooden window and wraps her shapely legs around my confined face, giving me a close-up and very detailed view of her short, white SNEAKER-SOCKS. That's all I am fit for - looking at and studying her SOCKS. I'm sure she looks very pretty, perched on the punishment stocks high above me? But I can't see her, of course. Nor am I a party to her conversation. All I can see, from my ignominious wooden window, is her SNEAKERS and SOCKS... ...though they too are inordinately pretty! I, naturally, focus in on her SOCKS... ...those being her most intimate foot garments! It really should be considered a privilege, by a lowly prisoner-slave such as myself... ...to have such a close-up and personal view of a beautiful young woman's SOCKTOPS! I can almost c...