What does the slave choose to guzzle? My ashes or the giant fake penis? As a smoking leather mistress, my servant sometimes gets the combination. And what then torments him more? The glowing peak of my cigarette or the pointed high-heeled shoes of my overknee boots? A accomplish idiot with a mini fuck-stick obeys, sometimes it just takes a little longer. The tray is linked to its nipples with clamps and woe betide it slips when you try to sit on that fat rubber cock! But the pig is also acting stupid...
