Gabriella and I have enjoyed our pony for a long time, now used as a footrest while we relax. However, the slave is exhausted, he starts to complain and begs for a rest. It is a mistake to make such requests to two mistresses like us; he will soon regret it… Gabriella quickly mounts his back, not to ride him this time, but to hold him down firmly. I insert my feet into his mouth, while Gabriella presses on his head, making it difficult for him to breathe. Drool streams down my pantyhose as Gabriella replaces me, her feet smaller but she manages to fit both in, spreading his mouth wider. I add my weight and hold him by the ears, using him as a doormat to dry our feet soaked with his saliva. Eventually, we leave him there on the ground and go to change our pantyhose.