Rebel slave

It was the second time he came to be my master. The first time it was a period. He just got on me. I licked his legs. Wow, why didn't you open the door? Didn't I say I opened the theme? Open the ketone, it was pink on their face. He was short, but his big legs were driving me crazy. I shouted, so I went and brought my shoes. I wore a high heel when I saw him. I knew he had a high heel. I had seen him say something I threw my head down. Sometimes he would throw dry bread down. I ate like a dog from the ground. My worm was bursting with enthusiasm. It felt very good. It was delicious. Sometimes it was horrible to press my feet on my head. I would start to eat shit with those shoes. They wanted to have a cup of tea. It was hot. I took off their shoes, I licked their feet, then I sprayed their shoes again. I ordered them to lie down.He was crushing my eyes, he would come in, then he would burn me with a candle, then he would tie my eggs with a rope, and then he would take the rope, he would tie my hands, and then he would beat me with a stick. I pushed the shirt next to him for a while and licked it so much that my jaw hurt, then he ordered me to sleep, to sit with them, to open my mouth, and sometimes to put my buttocks in my mouth. Read it, call me, I want you to be a dog again, I'm sorry, I made a mistake