After a morning of shopping my feet are tired, the best way to relax them is to use my slave. The pig loves to smell, kiss, feel, his cock explodes, his place is at my feet. It is my carpet, I trample him, I go up to him and let him know how pathetic he is, my, and as such he has the obligation to adore the sweet feet of his Lady. I like to have a good, under me, under my power. I sit on his face and see his great erection, good, as it has to be.