All the skin I have left is covering my arms and head. He continues on each arm like he did on my legs, ripping my fingernails off along the way. Fina...ly, he puts the blade to my skin where he made his initial incision at the base of my neck. This time, cutting away skin up on the back of my head, holding my hair up as he does so. He stops in the middle of the back of my head and works to peel the skin off my face. Even my eyelids are attached to the pelt when he hangs it over the metal bar to. It strokes the sensitive area under the head with gentle fingers – this is someone who knows what to do. The sensations are growing – my cock throbbing with desire to unload. The hand reaches inside my boxer shorts and drags the stiffness out into the open and I gasp at the situation which is out of control. I dart my eyes around still frantically looking for the owner of the hand. I don’t know what I do if it is a man, but I can’t tell.My cock is being stroked expertly, with the hand running. Finally she sucked its full length (9 inches) to her throat. She sucked for 25 minutes. Every two minutes or so Chris would have an orgasm, but the cuff held strong, retaining the thick liquid that was aching to be set free. Another hour passed and still the cock hadn’t sprung a leak. Though Chris was in obvious agony he dare not speak out. Finally Jennifer ceased round 1 of the torture. She crawled up to Chris and whispered sexily into his ear:“You wanna lick my pussy? It’s soaking wet right. In the kitchen I opened the refrigerator and she dutifully moved me out of her way. She looked inside, opening drawers to see what was inside.She pulled out a package of bacon and the egg tray.“Uno, dos, tres,” she said, holding up one, two and then three eggs.“Three,” I said, holding up three fingers. She placed five eggs to the side and returned the egg tray to the refrigerator. She opened a couple cabinets and said, “Freidora.”I shook my head not understanding.“Freidora,” she said again,.