I had dinner with my friend Claire in an Indian restaurant that was recommended to us, all very good but when we get home we sit on the sofa and we are both surprised by how much air we find in our stomachs, perhaps because of the spices? The fact remains that we have to free ourselves but why not do it taking the opportunity to have fun? A look of understanding is enough and we immediately decide how and where to free our flatulence: on the face of our slave! We call him, he comes crawling, we put the leash on him and we take turns pushing his head into contact with our bottoms, with his nose well tucked between our buttocks so he doesn’t lose even a little of our gas… We really have a lot of it, he resists and breathes barely while we go on amused and a little disgusted?

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