Sandra walks back and forth stepping up onto the pillow covering my head crushing my skull beneath her big winter boots each time she passes. She found the experience to be both enjoyable and fascinating, asking me how much on a scale of 1-10 did it hurt, and how it felt getting crushed beneath her weight. Sandra would sometimes stand in place striking a pose, or take her time slowly stepping up on my head with the prettiest smile on her face. I lied in pain and agony for each step she took, but since my face was covered she showed no concern for my suffering seeing how she didn't even noti... Show more