This slave I took with me to the park has a nice chubby face, just perfect for unloading my powerful slaps. The sweet sound of my hands covers the noise of the gardener's tractor who in the distance continues to work unaware. My slave adores my hands, as soon as I stop slapping he tries to kiss them but I allow it for a few seconds before returning to swell his face until I start to see the redness on the skin under his white beard.
