Down on your knees right where you belong. What a pathetic excuse for a man sitting beneath my chair drooling from just the sight of my ebony soles. Such a little piece of existence. With every scrunch you get weaker. You'll get nothing from me but the quick flick of a middle finger and a perfectly formed in an L to remind you of your worth as i continue to ignore you. Your thoughts now lost in my arches, as my legs cross your come in come to get a whiff of my goddess scent. Your mine. without me having to say a word.