Kneeler-Voyeur

I must kneel at the far end of the sofa with my head in between my mistress’s boots whilst she cuddles up to the manly master-sir above me. And later on, when they are making out, I shall have to kneel on the floor at the far end of their bed with my nose buried in my mistress’s sweaty, discarded boots and socks. For that is my role in life. I’m just a slave.















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