I love to start my Sunday morning with a nice ride in the woods and when I get home the mud trampled by my boots becomes the lunch of my two slaves. I sit on the sofa and they are ready tongues out to fulfil the main purpose of their existence. But they know that they will have to deserve it by showing me how much they desire it and until I see their tongues drooling they will not be able to start their tasty lunch. Today one of my two slaves is slower and cleans very badly and I have to restore the right rhythm with my whip on their head while cleaning. They are now filthy pigs and as they... Show more