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 stomach, obviously naked like a worm, to the rhythm of the music I begin to move on his body with the heels of my shoes that pierce him without mercy. 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!
