NO SPEAKINGMy friend invited me to a dance competition tomorrow evening and since I hadnt practiced for fairly a while, I called this slave to help me in rehearsals! Lounging on his tummy, obviously naked like a worm, to the rhythm of the music I begin to budge on his bod with the high-heeled shoes of my footwear that pierce him without grace. Im so busy, impatient for tomorrow evening! He is complaining about the pain but fortunately the music covers the groans of this insignificant carpet; from today I will nickname the dancing carpet, my dancing carpet!
