.. a studded leather dog collar. He placed it tightly around my neck. "Hell, I think we've tamed the little guy. How 'bout it, Brad?"And Brad said, "S...it, I'd like to lay this thing once more across his balls, make him scream one more time." "What the hell," Ryan said. "Might as well make sure he don't forget too quick." He grasped my by the hips and held me so I could not move. I begged. I cried. I babbled in my fright, pleading with all of them. They only grinned.I was so scared I lost. As he got up more, he felt around to see if anything was laying on him or if maybe his phone or labtop was still on him. As he moved the covers, John let out a yelp of shock at what he saw under them. What he saw was his penis had transformed overnight, from a basic white cock that would get maybe 8”; to a massive BBC that would challenge any that he has seen in porn. It was massive to say the least, at its full erected state it was nearly 13” rock hard; and to john’s shock as well, it even had. That must have worked a little if they are asking me about having sex with Emily.They wanted to know how I felt about my first time having sex with a girl that I knew could die anytime. Did I have any idea what I would do if I got her pregnant before she died? Was I mad at her for not saying goodbye after we had sex so many times before she left?It turns out they hadn’t stopped asking about the lightning, they had just gotten sneaker about it.Maybe they are finally done now that they stopped. This produced a delightful, slightly liquid, slapping sound. Her eyes got very bright. I let go of her hair, and slapped her right tit with my left hand and, then her left tit with my right hand. Her tits shook with each blow. I swung my hand, slapped her breast, watched it shake from the impact, and her Sarah moan. Swing, slap, shake, moan. Swing, slap, shake, moan. I loved the sound and the feel when the palms of my hands hit her tits, making that slapping sound. I kept slapping her.