.."We're going to play a little game," my wife says playfully as shedangles a strange looking strap before my face. My arms and legs arelocked securel... to the bed and I'm in no position to say we're notplaying.As she begins wrapping the device around my scrotum she begins todescribe the game in a very upbeat and playful way, "I'm going to teasemy little dicklet, and you get to enjoy it. If you feel like you'regoing to make a cummies then you just say please."She's talking like a high school. " She looked away and sniffed."And he wasn't what you expected?"She shook her head of soft, brown curls and moved to sit beside me on the bench built into the wall, smoothing down her wide petticoat and squaring her shoulders. I took her hand in mine. "Not in any way," she said.She smelled good and her chest rose and fell more rapidly atop her low-slung black dress with its edging of violet lace. She fingered a locket between her high, firm breasts. I could not tell if she was wearing stays,. I think being in a group like this with sisters for protection they accepted what I said easier. I tried to coach my words in a scientific matter so they would not think of satanic rites or sacrifices. The latter actually did work. The tortured or dying victim gave up a considerable amount of power when under extreme pain and even more when they expired.I kissed and fondled the girls and got them to sit on the bed behind me so they could see but not be in the way.The chant to make the man sleep. " He laughed, "Hey, he said if I gave him some cash, I could do whatever I wanted to you. Well, I made good on my end of the deal, now it's time for you to do the same." I cringed, scared of what the hell he had in mind exactly, I had heard stories from a few of his ex's about how he was rough, having done a little heavy petting with him myself, I could attest to his roughness factor. I pushed myself back on my hands in attempt to knock him over or at least through him off balance, no luck.