Socked or Sockless?

A happy couple spot me and hasten over towards me in order to use me

The master sir begins by mocking me, asking me how I like his sneakers and am I eager to kiss them?

Without waiting for my humble reply he then shoves his sneakered foot onto my menial mouth...

...to his pretty girlfriend's great amusement and entertainment

The handsome man then steps back and gallantly invites his pretty girlfriend to step up to my face

She wastes no time in doing so!

It is only now, with the outstretched positioning of her sneakered foot, that I can see she is wearing SOCKS!

Short, white sneaker SOCKS!

As I study the lines of stitching in her elasticated SOCKTOP...

...I begin to wonder whether I may have missed SOCKS inside her boyfriend's sneakers?

It's hard to tell from my lowly angle!

Is he SOCKED or SOCKLESS inside those white sneakers?

Was the master-sir teasing me?

Whatever, if he is wearing SOCKS, I have missed my opportunity to view them!

I must now focus on his pretty girlfriend's SOCKS!

At least I have the humbling honour of knowing that she is wearing SOCKS inside her sneakers!

And it is indeed an honour, knowing how much better she is than me, being the girlfriend of a handsome and mighty man!
 

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