I’m just not.”“I understand,” she said. “Anyway, I need you to go to the store and get a couple of things for the next couple of days.”“...kay, what?” I said.“Just bread and a six pack of IPA,” she said. “We’re out of both. Oh, and one of those big cans of pineapple juice.”“Okay, got it. I’ll go now. It’s not that late; the mini-mart is open. I’ll just walk; I need to burn some calories,” I said.“Okay,” she said.It was only half a mile to the store and I was feeling good. I didn’t get enough. Now, let me go so that I can punch the time-clock. I don’t want to foul up getting paid for not doing my job.”Dammit, I had hoped to get some information from this guy before I called the cops, but now I wondered how much reliable information I could get from him. He sounded too dumb to come in from the proverbial shower of shit.“Look, Man, I want some information. Who hired you?”“I ain’t telling you nothing!”That was all that I could take. I squeezed his balls again, this time a bit harder. ” I told her and before she could react, I just took one pillow and hid myself at the edge of the bed so that she couldn’t see me. I felt so fucking badly at that moment. I buried my face in that pillow and kept myself awake to thoughts. Somehow I slept. Next morning, I couldn’t see her and that look she gave me that night. We left for her house next day for that ritual. I didn’t talk to her. In her house, her relatives hurried her to her room and then start the moment of torturing me from my. My cock was already rock hard. I started rubbing her little pussy. I looked down at her she was just staring at it I said go and head and do what ever you want to it. She started to rub up and down on the shaft and running her finger around the head of my cock. The more she rubbed the hotter I got. I spread her lips apart and seen her little tiny hole about the size of a #2 pencil. She was working me over with her hands playing with my balls for a while then returning to my cock, man was I.