Mary Jane Mayhem and I are looking fine in our bikini tops and tight, shiny pants. When we come across a face on our living room floor looking like hes ready for some of the farts we have to give, we hop on the chance to send some Spandex-strained farts into his nose. We take turns grinding and bouncing into his face as he proves to be a pretty proficient fart slave. I have some whoppers for him to sniff up, and he should be thanking us for all the smells we give, especially when Mary Jane and I share his face and fart at the same time after counting down from three!