Miss Stacey is getting up and doing her regular routine like any other day. She gets ready to jog but not before she admires herself in the mirror. She is 6ft. tall (160lbs) of pure beauty. Like any other day she uses her slaveboy as her personal rug. She stands on him like he is part of the floor and doesn't pay too much attention to him. To her he is a rug for her to step on. She doesn't care how long she stands on him, in her mind her rugs don't need to breathe. He lies there having his stomache and chest press down on the hard floor. He knows better not to yell but you can tell by the expr...
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Miss Stacey is getting up and doing her regular routine like any other day. She gets ready to jog but not before she admires herself in the mirror. She is 6ft. tall (160lbs) of pure beauty. Like any other day she uses her slaveboy as her personal rug. She stands on him like he is part of the floor and doesn't pay too much attention to him. To her he is a rug for her to step on. She doesn't care how long she stands on him, in her mind her rugs don't need to breathe. He lies there having his stomache and chest press down on the hard floor. He knows better not to yell but you can tell by the expr...