I gave you one job, little cucky: you were to clean my heels to pristine perfection so that I could doll myself up for my date with a real man. It was such a simple task, and yet you still failed. I bet you did it deliberately. I think you were throwing a little cucky hissy fit. Were you feeling jealous, little man? Were you thinking about all the orgasms my date and I would be having tonight and get a little angry? Were you feeling sad about that fact that you'll never be allowed to feel a warm, wet pussy again? That's too bad! You need to be punished, and I know just how to put you in you... Show more