After hours of torment I am not likely to relent this slave's penance. I am having too much fun crushing his head into My barely dressed ass. I know he can see My thong through the thin silky leggings. I want him to see what he is too meager for before it crushes him like the worm he is. Having trouble breathing? Good! Clean air is for Princesses. Peasants like him get whatever is left from the other side!