Look, shes crying, yelled one girl, and everyone screamed with pleasure. Laura cried out with pain and at the same time, there was a moan of pleasure....Thats it, whore, said Ashley, grinning with delight. Cry, you little baby. Youre nothing but a bitchy baby, are you? You cant even handle a little punishment without creaming and getting wet! Youre so weak. Ashley pulled a vibrator from the hands of a girl in the front row of seats. She stopped whipping Laura for a moment, and traced her sweating. She was obviously drunk. Her face was flushed and she had a weird smile. She reached down and groped my crotch. “Mrs Williams” I said, totally shocked. “Oh darling” she whispered “I am groping your penis so please call me Cynthia. By the way, it feels nice a big”. I laughed. I was a whisker over 8” so I wasn’t what you would call hung. “Why are you laughing” she seemed surprised “when you are married to a man with a 5” penis and can’t get it up half the time yours feels delightful. “Oh I have. .!" "Yes," Michael quickly cut in and whispered wanting desperately to hear more. "Well, you know that normally I would have been embarrassed and quickly pull my skirt down,...but honey, I didn't." Michelle could actually see Michael's jaw drop and his mouth open slightly. Finally he whispered, "Really? You didn't?" He was not believing that his loving and conservative wife could actually now respond this way. "No honey, ...I guess I let him look a little. I didn't lower my skirt at all, I let. Each snap shooting the pain further up my abdomen. The right made things even worse. Why was I subjecting myself to this? What was wrong with me? I felt physically ill. And the pain in my balls was beginning to throb. They turned an even deeper shade of red. I couldn’t even yelp out in pain due to the socks in my mouth. Fortunately, I could barely taste them at this point. ?Done Sir. My balls hurt a lot. I feel sick? ?Better take those socks out of your mouth then? ?Yes.