Tramplees Trouble

Tramplee is a pimp. His two supremo hos, Ginger and Chandler (who look very sleek in their tight red outfits) were out working the street all night. They come home after hours of hard work, and that lazy leech gives them some 'tude. That's it. They've had it. Sex workers of the world, arise! They jump on him as though it were an Olympic event, leaping and flying across the room. We've seen trampling before, but never anything quite this…gym-NAST-ic. But tramplee still won't quit his yapping, so they stand RIGHT ON HIS FACE - full weight, and barefoot! His face turns almost as red as their scarlet dresses. Then it is time for some more pedal pounding…WHOOMP WHOOMP WHOOMP! Now THAT'S stomping. Lucky viewers of this tape will see more forced foot worship, toe licking - they even shove their toesies into his nostrils. And you'll see lots more face-smashing action - the kind that only tramplee can withstand. (That stuff really hurts, dude.) They use their shoes to bash his head and groin, then sit on his face, burying his ugly mug behind their butts while they pinch his torso and rapid-fire punch his ribs. "He needs some more jump therapy!" Ginger suggests. They take wide, flying leaps from a nearby platform - you can almost hear his bones Crrrrrrack! "Open your mouth and eat my foot! Foot for dinner!" chants Chandler. They only way to get tramplee to shut up is to duct tape his yapper (and that's a fact, jack), so they cover his mouth, nose, eyes, ears…and then they lightly torture his crotch while ripping the tape off. The girls have a connoisseur's discussion of the state of pornography today while simultaneously trampling and facesitting their victim, followed by pillow smothering. "Everything is YOUR fault," they remind him. They throw everything at him but the telephone book. And then they even throw that!