Humillación y cornudos en el paraíso

Ten days in a tropical paradise, which slave would not like to accompany his Master? Evidently, the stupid jerk, whom we thought worthy, didn't fully understand the luck that had befallen him. We had asked him to clean and tidy up the room, while we were out enjoying breakfast, looking at the fine sandy beach. When we got back, the imbecile hadn't done anything. He had probably considered that a micro-gifted had the right to a few hours of leisure: he hadn't understood that what inferior beings like him can aspire to is only cleaning their dirty feet and looking in chastity at what they will never be able to have in their miserable life