‘You hate this, don’t you?’ she asked in an amused, condescending voice. ‘Yeah.’ ‘You’re a fucking liar.’ Her voice was calm. ‘You...love the thought of being his slave. You’ve been sitting here this whole time imagining him tearing into your cunt, wanting to strangle me for being the one he fucks all the time. You don’t like me, do you?’ She was stroking my arm near the cuff on the wall, tantalizingly close to releasing me. I glared at her. ‘No.’ ‘It infuriates you that you have to do what I. I always wanted males with big testicles; I was like a vampire, sucking the life out of them!"God I'm so arrogant! I should have more restraint with the weaker sex."Thinking back, it was probably due to being a late bloomer in high school, I wanted to catch up and just never stopped!I was never a popular girl, so by senior year, all I really knew about sex was from some porn I saw on the internet. I can remember seeing her holding him by his balls. His balls looked so big. Her hand was so. As I said, the REAL suspension of disbelief is that everyone on the planet knows who Britain’s best ‘secret’ agent is, by name and by sight!”“You slept with over thirty girls? In High School?”“Over forty. And with one possible exception, I’m friends with most of them, or parted as friends. Heck, a bunch of them are here at the party!”“Talk about an ego!”“The size of Texas, but I mostly keep it beat down. Sometimes I let it out, when necessary.”“How the heck did you manage that?”“I was THE guy. She made me take my shoes off and follow her upstairs, and as I walked below her I could see straight up her skirt at her tiny little ass cheeks. She asked me to take off my clothes, so I did, but was slightly confused when she said 'everything' after looking over and seeing that I still had my boxers on. I'm a little embarrassed about the size of my penis, but obliged anyway and took them off. I laid down on the massage table and she began to cover my body with hot oil and massage me front.