My friend Gabriella and I have three insignificant doormats at our disposal today. We are very elegant in our nylons so what to do if not a nice parade on this human carpet? We start the walkway holding on to the bars, Gabriella walks on their heads while I walk on their flabby abdomens between the bars. Our walks shortly after will also include hopping and stomping between our sadistic laughter and their moans of pain, until we shut them up with our veiled feet over their mouths for the final facestanding.
