Far more often a gleaming-eyed assailant will suddenly materialize in front of me. After a vicious kick or knee or punch to my nuts she’ll melt back into the dark. Then from any direction without warning that lash will whistle in again and lay down yet another livid seeping stripe of excruciation across my still barely animate corpus. And so it goes seemingly ad infinitum
Ultimately this is too destructive however. Adding a sixth method of execution is so damaging that I might not last the night, much less a week. Besides the evening is getting on and celebratory-reconciliatory lovemaking is still on the lesbian agenda.
Just to really spice their anticipation with sadism (while marshalling s****l energy), the women indulge finally in some unprecedentedly horrific afflictions that neverth
