"Sometimes I almost envy you, Sweetie," He said, slapping my heavy tits lightly with His foot. "The silly little life of yours. No worries, no problems. Having someone wiser to do the thinking for you." He laughed taking His feet off me and sat straight. He grabbed my chin and lifted me to a kneeling position facing Him. "All you have to worry about is what to cook for dinner and which floor to mop first." He sighed and smiled squeezing my cheeks forcefully. "Oh, my silly little girl. Such a pretty face." Sir shook my face a little then let go of it and stood up. Pleased by the compliment I remained kneeling with my head bowed deeply.
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