‘Kiss my daughter’s feet, slave. And kiss them very well!’ ‘Yes, mistress Chinenye madam. At once, mistress Chinenye madam.’ Whenever my mistress’s 20-year-old daughter, miss Felicia madam, comes home from college, I must kiss-greet her feet. Her mother, my mistress Chinenye, expects nothing less of me! And nor does miss Felicia herself! She deftly switches her sneakered feet beneath my kneeling face: ‘And the other one, slave!’ ‘Yes, miss Felicia madam.’ I notice whilst I am down there kissing her sneakers, that both miss Felicia’s socks appear to now be creased again around her ankles, despite my earlier efforts to make sure they were neat and tidy before she went out to college this morning! I can only hope and pray that I won’t be punished for those unsightly sock creases? ‘Kiss my daughter’s feet, slave. And kiss them very well!’ ‘And the other one, slave!’ ‘Yes, miss Felicia madam.’ To my horror, I can't help noticing that miss Felicia's SOCKS are once agai...