Get down on the floor bitch, where slaves belong. You're going to be ignored while I organize, listen to music, play with makeup, and occasionally stop to chat on my laptop. Being my relaxed, cute self already makes you weak, but you especially love when I stop at my laptop since you get the perfect view up my legs and ass. Be a good boy and stay put, not making a peep and perhaps I'll acknowledge your existence every now and then by flipping you off, reminding you of how pathetic you are. I wonder, how desperate will you be for my attention after this...