I go back to my studio but Im not alone. In tow I have two beautiful blonde friends. Joanna spent the day shopping in fact wearing comfortable sneakers, while I accompanied Angy to the stables. Enter, I immediately notice that there are mens clothes hanging up so my slave is already here and is ready to welcome us on all fours. We get comfortable on the sofa and immediately use it as a footstool. He just has to serve us without saying a word. My friends ask me what this asshole can do and I tell them he is good at cleaning dirty soles. Enthusiastic, we immediately put him to the test and in the meantime we tell him about our day and the filth that these boots have trampled on. He licks and cleans well, thoroughly. We find him pathetic and even a little boring. We order him to undress completely and dance for us. We laugh at him. We make him lie down and again put our shoes on him and have them cleaned up. Thinking back to the stables we then order him to be a horse and Angy rides him while I slap his ass. In short, this slave has reduced him to a court jester
