Otherwise I may just cut off your balls and hang them from my neck. She twisted the balls creating more pain. Who do your balls belong to she asked. Y...ou Mistress I replied. Eleven more months. I hold the key. You better be good. Or I’ll give away the key to someone else and you may never get out of chastity. I looked her in the face and wondered if she was serious. Then she squeezed my balls harder and the pain shooting through my body told me she was serious. She loosened up n her grip but. Brad and I followed his parents outside and when they were gone; he pulled me into his arms and just held me.I kissed his cheek. "We never did get to Plan A." We haven't gotten to Plans C, D and E, either." What's Plan E?"He brushed his lips against mine. "I don't know. I'm making things up as I go along." His mouth lingered on mine and I eagerly opened my mouth for him.Moaning softly as he caressed and squeezed my buttocks, I rotated my hips to rub against him.He grunted and broke our kiss.. She was a surgeon making sure that all the detritus that might prevent healing was cleaned out.When she was finished scourging at the last of my malignancies, I sat back with a deep sigh. I felt better than I had since I walked into class that Friday afternoon. Besides, the meal had been the best Italian I'd ever had, no question about it, I needed to try some places other than "Olive Garden." This stuff was good, even if I wasn't sure what I'd eaten.Cindy was leaning forward over the table,. You did not miss one drop. Again, I said, ?Yes daddy? then he continued. It was you that brought the slave boy home from last year’s auction remember. It made you hot watching his Master fuck his fag hole; you wanted to be Daddy’s fag. You could not wait to show Daddy how hot and wet your little cunt got watching the slaves Master fucked him. You not only wanted your fag hole fucked, you wanted two cocks at a time did you not? Once again, I said, ?yes daddy?, but this time I excused.