Upon further inspection of my boots, I realize there's slobber all over them. It was not the passionate shining I had asked for. To ensure he does better next time, I deliver a brutal face slapping. As his cheeks become more red, I spit into his face. This one enjoys it a bit too much! I taunt and torment him with his spit fetish. My spittle lands just out of reach from his tongue. The whimpers of desperation are highly entertaining! I make him beg for more and more spit. As my property, he must be ready for however I want to use him.