A very unlucky slave is going to find out today if is head is stronger than a concord grape. Will it compress and crack as 6ft tall Madame Marissa steps up onto it with all her weight? Or will he just suffer extreme pressure under her sexy long legs and feet. She has chosen to wear skin toned falke stockings, and her favorite pair of Daisy Duke cutoff jeans. She tramples his face and head, stepping off now and then onto his chest, squatting down to see his crushed face, only to stand back up and step onto his face like it was a doormat. She wiggles her toes to apply more pressure to the slaves worthless face, after all, his face is good for only one thing, to be Madame Marissa's trample and stomp toy.