The man answered for himself. “Rene´ for what interest it is to you.”
“Well nice to meet you Rene´. Now f**k off there’s a good boy.”
Ray spoke again. “Hello Jack. Hardup, how are your balls these days?”
“And you Jack. Been clocked lately?”
“f**k you Ray.”
Just to try and prove he was in charge and probably draw Ray into the room he pursued his threat and whipped my back and boobs. I twisted and turned, jerked and cussed. He whipped those more sensitive bits, the lash curling about my ribs and striking the t**s. A couple were placed between my thighs, smacking the p***y.
“You always were yellow,” Ray accused quite calm. “No wonder too, that no one’s ever seen you in the buff. Three inches? Really Jerry. f**k me my little man I got nigh on eight.”
“Well Jack can cut that down to size
