Ms Fatale chooses her fellows to be afraid of her, and that?s what she instils in her slaves, a healthy dose of terror to embark things off. Let me see you grovel, come one, smooch my, and she sees with fascination as he anxiously crawls across the floor to her, pleading with his figure, smooching her feet. Ms Fatale has the most amazing boots on, they say a lot about her. Classy, sexy, powerful, lots of sharp edges. She crushes down on him, grinding his face hard down into the ground, then releases him to worship her yet again, all for her amusement.
