He had sent texts to Elizabeth and Paul but neither had replied."Chuck!" Paul spat."What did that idiot do now?" Andy asked angrily. Regan was in ears...ot so he didn't mention his initial suspicion — that he had made an inappropriate remark or action toward Lupe."I'm not sure it's really his fault," Paul admitted, finishing the sandwich and accepting a second offered by Regan. He'd been forbidden from having lunch and he hadn't eaten since breakfast. "I think it's that girl he's with. You know,. '"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 and then added the tube. I also put honey on his cock and. I was also a good foot smaller too at just under 4 foot. Andrea was still asleep in a cot next to mine. Throughout this whole time, I'd barely struggled or put up a fight, why hadn't I? This man, had done all kinds of things to me, and I took it all with very little argument. There was that one time, where I did lash out at him, but I couldn't work out why just the once. I was still feeling very groggy, and my heartbeat was very slow. There was hardly any noise, except for this quiet little. So we got to fucking twice a week and both reported that our home sex life was better because we were instigating some action there more than we had been. But our spouses just didn’t seem to come around the way we liked and we didn’t like feeling dependent on each other for our main satisfaction. What the hell could we do about it? That was the big question.We’d talk a lot, naked and satisfied, and in the throes of wishful thinking hoped we could get our spouses to branch out a bit. We were, of.