Every hot summer afternoon, I like to ride around the property with the carriage.

Every hot summer afternoon, I like to ride around the property with the chariot.

I order the employees to chain the beast to the carriage, and I go out through the roads and streets of nearby villages. Sometimes, I offer a ride to the girls who work on the property; I like the small talk about the farm's day-to-day.

I stroll for a few hours to distract myself and see the sights.

When I returned to the farmhouse in the early evening, I decided what to do with the despicable animal I had used that afternoon. If the ride went well, I ordered the animals to be washed, fed and rested in the stable. If the animal was lazy or reluctant, I asked the employees to whip it violently; I watched the bloody punishment with pleasure. Then I accompanied the team to put it to sleep, hanging from the ceiling in irons by the legs!

These beasts work hard in the fields, usually tied to the plow to pull as work beasts, with the keepers laughing and mocking as they sweat and fight in the hot sun without hesitating to whip brutally when their energy dwindles. And whenever they take a break, they do the other work that all the slutty fags have to do every day - they fuck with their holes. And, of course, at night, the dirty fags passed the shed as if they were meat. It's nothing for disgusting bitches to take a dozen loads in their throats and anus in a single session.