“Your tiny brain doesn’t seem to be working. I think what you need is My essence inside you. I am going to spit on my thigh boots boots and you are going to lick it off.” Mistress hawks up phlegm from deep in her lungs. “Why are you rushing to grab it? You have got it all over your face. Wait until after I’ve spat and the phlegm has dribbled down to my knee. Do you know how lucky you are to gobble down any of my body secretions? You are so unworthy. Lie on your back Let’s see how good I am with target practice, Mistress Ava gargles and coughs up a good supply of phlegm which she spits straight down into the slave’s mouth.