The slave crawls to Mistress Zita's feet as she is sitting on the sofa, he dare not to look at her, only bow his head and kiss his boots lightly. Zita smirks and pulls his leash shorter to make sure that he won't wonder somewhere not so safe. And when she gets enough of him, she makes him kneel and starts hitting his face with her strong hands, still smirking.
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