ENGLISH SPEAKING Three beautiful mistresses and two slaves, now completely under our control. It's wonderful to ride them, to crush them while sitting comfortably on their fucking faces. Who knows what it smells like down there? Maybe even a few farts. And then spit in our mouths, feet in our faces, no air under our asses... basically, a festival. We have a lot of fun. They perhaps a little less. Or maybe they like it? Because, you see, these two were men at first, all proud of it. Maybe even married or engaged. Then they came to us. To test it out, they said. In just a few times, they gradually transformed. We brought out their true nature. And they couldn't escape us anymore. They became ours, body and soul. And now there's nothing else in their lives. All it takes is a phone call and they rush to our feet. They crawl like worms. Good job, you bastards, you're our property and you'll be our slaves forever.