Local girls on the estate often like to use my humble head
as a convenient, late-night rendezvous point. Sadly, they don’t always elect to
use me per se in order to have their FEET kissed! Still, at least
I get a good, humbling view of their SNEAKERS and SOCKS!
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| Tonight I am blessed to be the late-night rendezvous point for two local girls, misses Kayleigh and Chelsea madams |
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| Be under no illusions - these are ROUGH GIRLS, who, like, command my slavish respect, and that? |
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| It's just a pity that neither of them can be bothered to use me tonight to have their feet kiss-respected! |
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| Still, at least I am getting a good view of Ms Kayleigh madam's SOCKS, thanks to the wall light above my humble head |
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| I can see every CREASE and FOLD in her BLACK SOCKS |
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| And beyond them, I get an equally humbling view of mixed-race Ms Chelsea madam's WHITE SOCKS |
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| Though her SOCKS are partially obscured by her purple, latex leggings! |
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| Nevertheless, I can still make out the lines of STITCHING in her SNOWWHITE SOCKS... |
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| ...even though my primary footslave focus is, naturally, on the PURE BLACK SOCKS closest to my face! |
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| The SOCKS of divine Ms Kayleigh madam... |
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| ...an esteemed girlgang member, going out with one of the superb local thugs, master Iqbal sir... |
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| ...and she's a CHAIN SMOKER, to boot! |
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| As is her current interlocutor and fellow girlgang-member, Ms Chelsea madam! |
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| To be fair, this is where I belong - down in the dirt of the sink estate, studying the SOCKS of my BETTERS! |
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