In a sheer pink shirt, under which you can clearly see my permanently stiff nipples, and a cowboy hat, I present myself here in the garden at the special request of a member in tight jeans leggings. On my bare, freshly perfumed feet I'm wearing 13cm high Italian designer zoccoli by Gianmarco Lorenzi. In these wooden mules, my red painted toenails come into their own. Slave, you should go on your knees and give me a sperm victim on my toes.