“He asked us to stop. He said he wasn’t into it, but we knew better. Besides, we really didn’t care. We were going to do what we wanted no matter what. I took some more hand lotion and squirted it on his n*****s. He just about screamed when I started rubbing it in.
“He was really hair-trigger. Denise was rubbing and playing with it no more seriously than we’re doing you right now, when suddenly it shot off about a foot in the air.
Robin groaned at her gentle stroking, wishing that she would trigger him as she did the boy in her story, but her teasing hand kept him at the edge.
Amy giggled at his helplessness. “I was really disappointed,” she said poutingly. “Denise told me not to worry; we’d just keep him until he did it again. He protested and pleaded, but he didn’t have any choice.
