Lady Scarlet – I Am Not a Barbie

My slave is squatting on the ground and cleaning my shoes when I enter the scene wearing a bodysuit and jacket in shades of pink and sheer black tights with a stripe at the back. I tap her on the shoulder and tell her to stand up. I noticed for the first time how small she was. After all, I have always made her stay low, at the height of my feet. I take off my jacket, showing off my powerful body, and throw it over her head. LOL, she’s better suited to be my coat hanger! A little annoyed, she throws her jacket away, and I, careless or rather amused, continue to tease her by leaning on her head. Then I take her and bringing her closer to me I compare our bodies and our different sizes.