Ellis likes the challenge of whipping Hugo into just about anything.“Like what?” Hugo knows damn well what.“If the rumors are true, I think just...about everyone but us has banged over this desk.”The rumors are true, but Ellis doesn’t need to know about the hidden camera in the bookshelf. He could ruin so many marriages. “How many times do I need to tell you, huh? Not in the office! We can’t risk it,” Ellis is pouting, trying to lure him in with guilt. “Babe. Don’t.” He cups his cheek and tries. Then I shot the motherfucker.”“You must have known that was a violation of international law and you’d be charged with murder. Why would you do that?” I didn’t answer right away. Instead I dropped my pants and boxers, exposing my swollen testicles. They were at least five times bigger than normal and were red and bruised.“Want to talk about international law? That bastard tortured me…probably ten…twelve hours a day…all times of the day and night. He squeezed my balls between two big. He's standing over there," the pro said softly. He indicated a man standing on the other side of the shop with his back to them looking at some golf clubs. He was about Bob's height and had short sandy hair.Bob said, "Of course! I'm sure the girls would love it. Will you invite him to join us?"The pro called, "Mr. Stewart!"The man turned and came over. Bob saw he was a good-looking man about his own age. He was tanned and had brilliant blue eyes that reminded Bob of Jan's. The pro introduced. I then put my once again erect penis inside her, and we made love again, once again while looking each other in the eye, and once again we climaxed at the same time. After this we both laid in my bed short of breath for a while. We looked at each other, smiled, and kissed one last time. We fell asleep in each others arms. When we woke up, we got dressed, went out for breakfast together, and spent the entire day just hanging out with each other. When night came we knew she would be.