Master...? Oh, him? He's not my master!
He's not really naughty, either. But he is a big silly dumdum!
I have more bruises, again! And Mr Phil isn't selling my ointment at the moment...
Hiya Sara,
Poor Mr Karlos, I bet he's beside himself.
What ointment is it you're after?
You mean that big dollop that tries to control me? He's alright. The most I get is my bum squeezed when he's hugging me and other parts of me cupped too. Would I go further... oh yea. So perhaps I am the naughty one....