Kiss-Greeting Her Friends' Feet
Of course, it’s not just the master-sir of the household who has me kiss-greet his guests’ feet. My master’s 21-year-old daughter, miss Fatima madam, demands that I kiss her friends’ feet also when they enter her home. I must forever be on my hands and knees and kissing feet – the feet of my betters!
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| I don't even know the name of my mistress Fatima's visiting friend |
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| What I do know is that she is better than me and that I must kiss her feet! |
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| For she is my mistress Fatima's friend and house guest |
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| I make sure to kiss the dirtiest parts of the young woman's sneakers... |
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| ...as a demonstration of my respect for her! |
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| My eyes are level with her SOCK... |
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| ...so I get a good view of the STITCHING! |
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| Such a fabulous white, feminine SOCK! |
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| My own mistress Fatima is wearing grey SOCKS today |
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| I know that because I was responsible for smoothing them onto her feet first thing this morning! |
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| Just one of the many regular ways I must serve my mistress Fatima madam! |
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| But, for now, my slavish attention must be very much directed towards her friend's sneakers and socks |
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| The sneakers and socks of a visiting goddess |
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| Her SOCKS!... Oh her WHITE SOCKS!... |













