She told me when we finally rested after a violent climax. '"Torture excites me. I always do it in a sexual manner. I like to watch them be penetrated... cry in pain, and finally die. I can almost cum just from inflicting the torture and watching them suffer and die." What's the worst torture you ever inflicted?" It doesn't sound like much but I had four days with a man who deserved much pain. I tied him over an ant hill with a tube in his ass that had honey in it. I had pushed honey into his ass. His body was well toned and sculpted, like a god. His arms around me were incredibly firm and well toned. He only wore a pair of black jeans and Converse, just like mine.Before I could speak again, he pressed his lips to mine. I was shocked. He tasted of peppermint and something else. He moved his tongue into my mouth and that was when I realized it, blood. Years of being beaten up at school I could taste blood in my mouth. My brain was screaming to push him away but I found my hands gripping. He, of course, blamed her for Allan leaving and somehow convinced himself that she had also somehow manipulated the father into abandoning his son as well. Coupled with his self consciousness about the ugly scar across his face which sometimes made him the butt of cruel jokes at school, it was enough to cause lack of respect and ridicule to turn to abject hatred.While slowing for a stop light, she wondered what might have been if she hadn't been so despondent that day after saying good bye to. Both had big smiles on their faces as he and Jan passed then and went into the cafe. Rob knew they had gotten a good look at Jan's nipples and pussy patch. Lunch was fairly uneventful in terms of other men looking at them. This was unfortunate as Rob was really hoping for there to be more lookers. They ate their meals and then headed back to the car, again passing just a few on the way. Once they were in the car and on their way home Rob said that he needed to grab a few things from the.