They tasted sour and sweaty andsalty and a bitof piss. Kyle had never been so miserable in his entirelife. ON Mr. Hinkle's orders, he lifted each nut ...with his tongue andbathed it in spit."Yeah, now you see what a man's nuts are like. See how full of fuckcream they are. How heavy and full!"It was warm I the bathroom, but Kyle was shivering.Shivering with fearand disgust."Play with your dick. Play with your dick while you lickmy balls. Show mehow much you love it."Homosexual sex. Kyle was having. The air was cool but heavy and carried a quiet feel of isolation and helplessness. The brick walls and the flickering candles, the only illumination available, were adding to this effect. Thick chains were hanging from the ceiling at the far end and more chains were on the floor hanging from two links fixed in the wall. Moans and sighs and grunts could be heard coming from everywhere together with shouts and hissing noises. My friend took the narrow corridor in front of us and waved to me with. He was a little taller than her five foot six, with curly brown hair and a goatee that was trimmed around the mouth and dipped at least to his Adam’s apple. I guess he did kind of look like an artist. He had on black jeans and a pale blue turtle neck that were definitely out of season since it was already getting sticky outside. He looked like he was probably around 34 or 35, which later on I found out was April’s opinion as well. I turned my attention more to her as she batted her eyes and. Before handing it over she clicked off the back and withdrew a tiny data card. "In case you get any funny ideas about trashing my phone,” she explained, slipping the card away in another pocket. “Perish the thought,” said Vanessa thinly. She took the phone, looked momentarily confused as she remembered that no clothes means no pockets, then put it down on the desk behind her. The two women nodded at one another, in the manner of two businesspeople closing a lucrative but hard-fought deal,.
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