.. lunch-table gang.” When she nodded in understanding, he continued with, “The point at which you came in was me starting down the road of answer...ng Rhee. I am already living every guy’s fantasy, with, at last count, eight lovers of a variety of attractiveness, some pretty, some cute, some short [at which he seemed to have squeezed Heather’s lower cheeks, as she giggled], some taller, some blonde, some brunette, some black-haired.” He glanced among us with a slight smirk and added, “I guess I. Anyway, I was an accountant with only the one client. Don Pellotti was head of a small family who all seemed to have nicknames with the exception of Juliette, who didn't seem to warrant one. Mine was "Numbers", or "Numbnuts", depending on who was talking about me. Not very imaginative I suppose. The former fit to a tee, mathematics is my game and numbers are like poetry to me, or were, revealing a symmetry and form, second only to Juliette's figure. I have no idea what Numbnuts was meant to be,. I went over to my dresser, found my flask in the underwear drawer, and drank myself u*********s. As my brain swam into the whirlpool of black out drunkenness, I told myself tomorrow would be a better day...TuesdayI woke up with a hang over and a sissy's cock brushing my lips. I brushed it away, not wanting to puke on her dick. "Lemme up..." I mumbled and stumbled toward the bathroom, hoping a shower would clean out the cobwebs in my head. I almost fell face first to the ground, so I didn't. Horsey passed out from the pain before the water began to boil, but Bill had several vials of smelling salts handy. He revived Horsey several times, and the pimp was conscious when the water began to boil. By this time, Horsey was continuously screaming in pain. Bill gave him 15 minutes in the boiling water before he removed the pan. Horsey's balls and cock tip were white by now as if all of the blood had been boiled out of them.Bill removed the heater and the hot water and propped Horsey in.