This guy arrived late again with a smug grin, as if mistress Antonella's time meant nothing. Every minute wasted was an insult to her discipline and her plans. She had tolerated enough excuses. The guy thought he knew what he was doing, but he clearly did not. With calculated precision, she arranged a punishment that made him value time like his life depended on it. She fed him her shit and washed his mouth off with her urine