Look up at Mistress Amanda on the throne where She belongs. Wouldn’t you just love to be where this lucky mummy is? But, could you cope with the torment She puts him through? She climbs down from Her throne to sit on the helpless chattel. He has some nice body parts available, and She starts by testing how ticklish his feet are. Judging by his laughter, he is enjoying this, but when one is unable to stop laughing, it becomes a torment. She soon grows tired of this and finds another use for the helpless boy. Laying seductively on top of him, She lights up a cigarette. he is in the perfect place to be Her human ashtray; he will eat Her ash, breathe in Her smoke and drink Her spit.
