People says: „Men doesn’t cry“. It wouldn’t have taken much for crying for this little boy as I spank his baboon-ass. With good reason, this little thief needed a painfull lesson. He just made of with the shoes of his neighbor. Bad boy – He get a good dressing-down.
A slavebimbo under the divine boots of Krasaviza and Emily Jones. This piece of special waste doesnÂ’t deserve it another way then we „tenderize“ this little bimbo with hard kicks. It makes real fun to use this doormat like pavement. The principal thing, it hurts him – The principle thing we had fun. 😀
Welcome to my country of pain. The place where my critters neigh, munch and grunt with happiness when I give them my treatment. Whether its a few slap-slaps or powerful kicks in their balls, the happy answer comes promptly. The only thing my critters cannot tolerate are pats. But in my hands they do not have to worry about this.
You little wimp Â… Is that hanging between your legs useless for anything? Cant you even get it up in bed with a woman? Or can you just not keep up with the size of your dick? :DWell, I can remedy that quite wonderfully!Because even if none of these 3 options should apply, I think that your cock and balls are good for nothing else but to fun and amuse me. So youll be a good boy and give me both! This video is a very good preparation! So take a look at it and go through it, if you dont want to collapse like a swiss army tool during my wimp treatment!
If the day was particularly shitty, only the wailing of my victims can soothe me. As soon as they are helplessly at the mercy of my unrestrained sadism, I immediately feel much better. As in this clip, in which I take a delinquent vigorously in the wringer.^^ With my sadism, the victim is yet directly the air away. 😀 But I do not care, because my mental compensation is much more important than his pitiful life …!
After I threw my slave Cavemen out of my stable some time ago, not a day went by when he didnt come crawling to me to beg for his readmission to my stable. Many weeks with even more gifts later, I give him a second chance and invite him to join me. But everything has its price! He only has a chance to come back if he signs a slave contract that obligtates him to become my personal property and completely throw his previous life into the trash can. What all is in his slave contract and what hardships he has to suffer for the place at my feet, you will learn in this clip.
Since a few days I have one of my slaves with his fellow pigs in the pigsty penned. Today I therefore use my time to pay a visit to my little pigs and to see whats going on. Already directly after I had opened the stable door, my fat slave sow comes to me grunting joyfully. After such a long time in the pig pen, I let the stupid sow wallow in the mud before it gets a half-rotten apple to eat. A short time later, I begin to acclimate the other house pigs to their fat pen mates. However, my house pigs also have their pride and prefer to run away from this fat something. Who wants to blame them with this unsightly sight also…? Even the slave sows declarations of humility towards these sweet useful little animals have no effect. I still want to give my little pigs a few days to accept this fat piglet as a stablemate. If not, the next butchers shop will certainly be happy to receive well-bred and bred pork from ecological slave husbandry. Would my sweet piggies accept you? Try it out and take a look at your new home.
GLOURIOUS BUSTERS Â… Four very long superior legs in NIKE Air Max sneakers teach a slave victim a painful lesson! Liena Scolarie and Lady Krasaviza in a ballkicking mute. Watch it and suffer with this slave! Ready Â… if you are!
I had put out my boxing gloves again and striked a bimbo right to the mat. My Power-Punches hits him there where he get a very high voice afterwards. 😉 Â… And? Would you like to be my next sparring partner? Then you have to spread your legs, Bimbo!
While some of my slaves have to get by with just 15 € per week, other complete idiots order a slave sandwich from me for no less than 100 €. LOL With these sums, it is of course clear that I take more trouble with the preparation than with two halves of an ancient roll and so spit, cigarette ash, kitchen rubbish including dog hair, mop water, excrements leftovers from the toilet bowl and a few other delicacies end up as a delicacy on his sandwich before it goes on its journey. No wish remains unfulfilled. Have you worked up an appetite? Then place your order and eat it all up if you want to avoid the foothills of the Krasaviza depression.
