Every evening I sit down on My slaves face, so he can be reminded of how lucky he is to serve Me. he is to just lay there, silent, not moving, alone with his thoughts about how much he worships Me and how fortunate he is to be under My perfect ass. he knows that he gets to breath through My amazing ass and that is all, if he can't breathe I don't care, I'm not moving. My comfort is more important than this loser breathing.