Once we'd eaten our fill, though, Cam and I were ready to leave. Fabio told us—in Italian, of course, his English really was God-awful—that he and...Mario would find their own way back. We gave Sam and Marilyn the option to stay if they wanted, but they decided they'd join us; the by-play between them gave me a pretty good indication why. So the four of us took the limo back to our hotel.We said our very brief good nights in the lobby, and Cam and I snagged the penthouse elevator for our trip up. "cool" one of them said and then he promptly sreamed at the top of his lungs as my wife squeesed his balls so tight that they bulged out the sides of her hand . you could see the skin straining not to burst. " you will only speak when spoken to" she said " i don't think you understand , you will be going home with us and work as sperm slaves from now on . those balls are on the clock ". i could tell rick and john were affraid yet john spoke up anyway. " listen bitch i aint no slave. For the next part of the movie it seemed to be a repeat of the previous part except with partners changed. I decided I did not want to watch any more of the movie and there was nothing more I wanted to do with Bobby. I went to the front window and saw that the wind was still blowing the snow. It was now dark outside and I could barely see the nearest street light.I went to my room to be alone and to read until I became sleepy. All I knew for sure was that I did not want Bobby to pressure. ." His voice was a whisper."I'll have... a banana split with... no... that would be about a millioncalories. I don't want a tummy bulge. And my skin..." He bit his lips. Why was he talking that way? He managed to tell her, "Just cancel thatand bring me... a glass of pink lemonade and one of those darlingstrawberry cupcakes."The guys sat there, stunned at their own behavior. Several girls entered,fresh from soccer practice. As they went by, Miranda was bringing theorder. She had put a.