The little piece of dirt has just learned not to smoke secretly - at least that's supposedly because here she is sitting on the roof terrace and smoking... And she's being severely punished for it by having to go onto the roof in the snow without a blanket and without underwear - and having to wave everyone she's passing by before continuing to walk barefoot over ice-cold stones until she has learned her lesson
My crash-test-slave is now almost doing what I once told her she'd be: a testing object for the toys I use and sell on my stand during fetish conventions - just as these five perfect and different crops you can see here used in multiple ways and she's doing almost well; we just need to correct that dancing move when she's told to stay still... |