I join my friend, who is warming her cold feet on this losers face. Whilst she continues to make herself comfortable, I decide to start trampling him. I love the feel of this doormats warm skin against the soles of my feet. She decides to join me too, and we continue to trample him together all over his body, especially on his head and face. We dont give him a moments respite; even his neck ends up under our feet, testing his breathing. After swapping positions and jumping on his body, we decide to really put this slaves endurance to the test. I lift Samantha onto my back and crush his chest with all our weight. After getting off, we trample him again; I can see my feet sinking into his chest under our combined weight. His skin turns red and his breathing grows weaker and weaker, and when he gives in, we climb off his body, leaving the imprints of my feet clearly etched into his skin.
