“The Iron Rod of Mayhem is no flimsy piece of rubber, juiced up by some artificial enhancement. How dare you?” “Now keep that thing under your t...owel. The guards watching the cameras must be tired of seeing your junk.” The mood in the elevator immediately lightens up as we chuckle at the thought of two dudes sitting in front of some monitors watching us. That’s when I notice the elevator is going down because we forgot to get off. “Actually it’s not my towel. It’s some woman’s towel.” “So you. Dear Jiggy,I know what you're trying to do. I know you're trying to make me envious of the magnificence of your mammary glands, to spiral into a tirade of self-condemnation, to bemoan my bee-stung breasts, to remember all the denigration and abuse I've received throughout my life, the comparisons to Flanders fields and prairie plains, the itty-bitty-tiny-titty catcalls, but it's not going to work. I'm not going to play your game. Besides, they were as nothing compared to the 'ginger minger' or. She started to ride slowly and I put my hands on her boobs. I played with her nipples and enjoyed the ride."Fuck yeah, ride me baby. How does it feel to take a hard cock inside you?" It feels so fucking great, yeah, do you like it too?" I fucking love it when you move like that. Do you like my hands playing on your boobs." Yes, do that, carry on."She moved her hands to my hands that were playing on her boobs. Somehow this moment felt so intimate that I will remember it forever.But this all was. “OK, ladies, time for the main event,” Linda, said from behind me.The camera followed her as she walked to a door, opened it and beckoned for someone to come out. That someone proved to be a muscular man slightly taller than I wearing a pair of tight black jeans and an executioners hood. His bare chest shined in the light, obviously covered with oil, as he walked slowly into the roomThe light-hearted mood disappeared with his entrance and the ladies stepped back, whispering to one another. .