“No more,” I begged.
“Ah, she’s here. I’m going up and greet a friend of mine who’s really into c**k and ball torture. I bet she can come up with some ideas that will make your night far more eventful. I’ll go let her in and grab another bottle of wine. Be back soon.”
Soon actually turned out to be nearly an hour. Thankfully a little numbness started to set in, making things slightly more manageable, but I knew that wouldn’t last for long. There would be two of them to torture me.
“Annie, this is Margo’s worthless slave. She’s off to Aruba and has left him here with me to keep occupied. I knew you loved torturing a guy’s c**k and balls, so I called you. I’ve got a rod in his puny, little c**t and his balls are only part way crushed. I figure I’d take a few more turns on the crusher and
