The shouting turned to laughter, then singing:"Why was he born so beautiful,Why was he born at all,He's no fucking use to anyone,He's no fucking use a... all..."To my right, I saw Dave, the team Captain approaching carrying my kit bag. Shoving it in my chest, he shouted, "Apart from the last ten seconds you played a good game today, now fuck off and enjoy yourself, see you at training Wednesday."Turning towards the door, a boot bounced off it with a dull thud. Sprinting, I managed to get through,. The fear of the unorthodox way in which he revealed himself to me, was long past."Why?" he asked."Why, what? Why do I love her more than she loves me? Why does it matter? Why do I care? Why do I want her to love me? Why do I NEED her to love me?"I felt the anger stir in me. Not at the Old One, nor even his question. I was angry because I had already lived one miserable lifetime, in love with a woman who could not return that love. I sure didn't want to do that again.The Old One just looked at. I have very sensitive nipples and have been bought to the edge of orgasm when they are played with.He continued to grab my tits, flicking my now stiff nipples and I could feel the wetness moistening my pussy. It was a hot day but my body felt on fire from this assault by this stranger, I wanted to rub my clit – now!Almost as if he read my thoughts he slid his hand from under my top and lifted my skirt, rubbing my thighs as he did. I felt me knees buckle a little as he parted my legs (as best he. "There are ten levels ofpunishment," he said without an ounce of emotion in your voice. "Justfor reference, this is number 2."He pushed a button and my world exploded. I dropped to the floor inagony. It felt like somebody had ripped my balls off.I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. I rolled around in pain forwhat felt like an eternity."Now it also has a pleasure mode," he explained, "but you'll have to putin a lot of hard work before that gets switched on."He looked at his watch and said.