Before I could answer her, Marcy interrupted. “What’s the matter with him, Sam, doesn’t he appreciate what he just got?”
“He’s just a worthless slave, not very much of a man. Obviously he didn’t blow. We certainly can’t help it if he’s not man enough to get himself off! God knows, we tried.” With that she sat grabbed both of my n*****s with her hands, twisting, pinching and pulling them as hard as she could.
“Ah-h-h-h!” I screamed as she continued. “Isn’t that right, Jack? You’re just a worthless slave. An asshole. Nothing but dog s**t. You’re not worthy enough to have an orgasm, so it really doesn’t matter that you couldn’t blow, but you love every minute of this, don’t you?”
When I didn’t answer, she twisted my t**s again, only this time much harder than before. Her sharp nails dug i
