When I visited the California desert, I thought that all the space out there would be fun for public play of this kind.
I carry her leash in a way that is comfortable for me, and she shields me from the sun in a way that’s also comfortable for me. It’s a win-win. For me.
All wrong, stuff the rag in your mouth, dip your head in the bucket and guide your face across the floor like you’re supposed to.
I always reblog this nerdy submissive cunt cleaning up after someone superior.
Her appearance perfectioned, the time had come to finish shaping her mind. He expected nothing less of her than to become the perfect fuck toy. All her mental, physical and emotional abilities would be channeled into this one goal and he would not tolerate anything short of excellence.
She just looks so delightfully stupid.
I told you to wait, bitch. I know you’re desperate, but damn.
Next time, don’t forget to dust the mantelpiece.
Those dishes are supposed to be dry and put away when I get home, cunt.
Too dumb to figure out how to wear it herself.
Desperate to get my attention someway, somehow.
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