Wait, I heard of this before. Master told me about this over the centuries, something about remorse over the lost of a loved one? No idea what that feels like, as the only emotion I have over master croaking was relief to be free to fuck whomever I wanted and a tinge of regret that I will never taste his cock in my pussy again. Still, I pat the silly elf on the back like I am pretending to be a morally upright individual.<br/><br/>Wiggling my butt to see if it does incite him to grope it, just to have a change of pace. Sighing to myself again over how silly this is,<strong>"Okay okay, he wouldn't have had wanted you groping me like this without at least a spanking..."</strong>