My latex prisoner is locked in the black box, and the only thing he can see through the little glory hole is My perfectly shaped ass in tight red leggings, accentuated by the crotch-high leather boots. The chattel's neck and wrists are securely bound in a solid metal bondage fiddle that is attached by a long chain to his cell. I know he dreams of worshiping My voluptuotus ass that he hobbles on his knees following. And I will allow him to do that, but he will have to do it still locked in the fiddle and with a big rattling butt-plug up his ass. Can he give Me a stiff enough tongue to bring ... Show more