My doormat is waiting for me at home, he is always waiting for me, this is his role and he lives for this: he lives lying in the entrance waiting for my return. I come home after a nice walk, my dirty shoes need to be cleaned before being placed in the shoe rack and for this there is his tongue. He licks the soles well but while I'm at it I also want to have fun crushing his head and vigorously trampling his flaccid body. The power of my blows is so strong that he also loses the coins that come out of his pockets: what a poor loser, only coins this is all he has... I also jump from the low wall and the marks I leave imprinted on him will probably last until the next time.