Then letting go of the man's testicles, he gave him a hard look before taking a step back."I don't really care where you go. Just think of someplace t...at you always wanted to see. You know, like Seattle, or Bangor Maine. It doesn't really matter as long as it's far away and you're never heard from again! Hell, for all I care, you can go to Pango Pango in Samoa. It's a nice place by the way. I've been there." But what about my kids? My job? What about my friends and parents?" wailed David."Just. "But since I was the victim, it would mean pressing charges, testifying, the whole legal scene. I can't do that, obviously. Also, in their peer group, being busted just gives you status and credibility. Crooks are a stupid bunch, generally. You'd think that a crook that didn't get caught would have a higher status than one that did, but apparently it works the other way around. Failure is success. Bad is good. Getting caught just means more people know what you did. Their whole psychology is. “My husband, Davy, thinks he’s the funniest man in the world ... Always having a laugh, making jokes, being stupid ... He’s always making jokes and I’m usually the butt of ‘em ... The only time he doesn’t joke, is during sex ... And the sex is good, because, to be honest, he’s hung like a horse ... His mates are all the same as him, everything’s a joke ... And they all know he’s got a big cock, because they all shower together after rugby ... So, for his stag night they bought him one of those. It was hell. I was losing my mind.Shocks shook my body every time the double tongue rings hit the nerves in the clit tip or whenever his fingers stroked my g-spot. Before I could stop myself, I was fully spread out and up, screaming into the pillow as waves of pleasure overtook me. Then, the warm sticky liquid squirted from me in breathtaking spasms.When I finally pulled my face from the bedsheets and my mouth touched the open air again, I gasped, realizing I hadn't been breathing. It was like.