Mistress catwalk. He, the slave, supine without any defence. We perfidious ones. Feet to the face, first, better if we do it two by two, so he has to struggle to draw breath. Then feet on the cock: one of us shakes it and scrambles it to his liking. Then the ?stepladder?, our favourite game: we climb on top of him as if he were the step of a pavement. We walk on his neck…One of my friends, in the mood to measure his resistance, jumps on his stomach. I, climbing on top of him, crush and excite his cock. In short, we destroy him. He endures it all and in the end he can only thank us. We gave him some of our attention, which is no small thing for a worm like him.
