Barchetta looked down at him. He was silent, just as she ordered him. She shifted her weight to her other leg and felt his chest moving under her feet. She was wearing flip-flops, planning to go to the beach when she is done here. She walked over to his face, standing there for a while and then moving quickly over his stomach onto his groin. She could feel the squishy mass of his penis and balls. Barchetta turned on her heel and prepared to stomp back to his head.