An evening of ballbusting for me, Gaia and Jessica. One slave behind the other without stopping. So I lead the slave into the dungeon. Gaia and Jessica await me anxiously. I show my friends, the coglione to which we will destroy the blades of them by little, dragging them up to them for an ear. The essence of the loser: thick glasses at the bottom of the bottle, horrible socks. A shame to appear so tanned in front of three Master! Our feet are ready to heat these useless balls. But to tell the truth, you do not hit a small eye, so we take off his glasses, as they say: eye does not see the heart does not hurt. The heart is not, but his balls surely after the treatment that awaits him. How long will he resist before throwing himself at our feet begging for mercy?