Good thing, too: by the time we moved in together I’d decided to remain a virgin until marriage at least. More uninterested in conventional s*x by the day I finally refused to let Matthew even touch me, ceased kissing him altogether and forbade all s****l contact except for my wonderfully frustrating p***s-play. This endless titillation and occasional m**********n remained his only rewards in this department. And once we had the privacy and freedom to live unobserved as we pleased, the tortures I gleefully inflicted on Peter and the twins grew substantially worse.
In addition to everything else I began experimenting with hair clips and clothespins, ice cubes and hot dripping candle wax. I burned him all over with an electric hair curler; hooked up a handy battery to shock him with bare wi
