The doormat is ready. From the floor comes a faint voice: "Good evening Miss" but the doormats do not speak. The slave has a long tongue and an empty head, but now we think of him to silence him and the hour of his torment has arrived, a slow agony under our very sharp stiletto heels. Mistress Gaia and I will crush him. First we sink our heels into her soft belly. Still not quiet then to shut him up I get on the face hahahaha will no longer have the courage to say anything, while Gaia crushes his belly well. I get my moped shoes off and go up. Then we give the change. How disgusting is a ball of lard, my wonderful foot is swallowed up by all that lard. Then to complete the work while Gaia jumps on the flab I blurt his worthless crap for good.