The slave was not feeling the best. The hot and humid air was very hard to breathe and he knew that soon he will be missing this moment dearly when he could inhale and exhale calmly. Barchetta was just behind the door, he could hear her talking on the phone, and he could only wonder what she had in stock for him today. She entered flip-flops, flapping her heels. She looked at him, grinned, and suddenly leaped forward and jumped on his nuts. His face twisted. Within seconds he stopped worrying about the air, and it took all his strength not to scream in pain.