Our slave is laid on the chopping block in the cold pig barn on the farm. he has come for his daily stretching as Myself and Mistress Courtney have a penchant for gaping holes at the moment and We need slaves that can take anything that We throw in them. Both wearing denim jeans, tight white vests, leather thigh high boots and Our trusty harnesses We look menacingly magnificent. Using only Our spit as lubricant, We push inside his presented hole. Spit roasted, spat on, mounted, doubly penetrated by both Our glorious cocks, he barely has air to stifle a moan before he is intruded once more. Our sadistic laughs resonate round the barn as We thrust harder and deeper into the meat, spurring each other on as he whimpers more loudly…………