Given the choice Phil would rather not die at all. The sexual attentions of two succubi might be the high water mark of any man's existence, but Phil ...was only eighteen. He would have liked more of a lifetime before Verdé and Rosa brought it to a glorious close.He didn't really have a say in the matter. His body had betrayed him completely. All he could do was lie back and stare at the ceiling.Come on! he thought. He had to find a way out of this. His legs were too weak for him to try and run. ? Said Miss Tagget as she turned to the guards, ?assist the interviewer in whatever ways he deems necessary? Miss Tagget took several steps back towards the door before returning to both the guards and Barbara, ?you are to never address me fuckhole, understand? said Miss Tagget, grabbing Barbara's breast, twisting till it began to turn a purplish color. ?you are nothing? said Miss Tagget, ignoring the loud wailing coming from Barbara. ?Contact me with any needs interviewer? said Miss Tagget,. It hung there strangely, and I noticed it was a thong. I looked to my door and saw Ashley standing there grinning. I noticed that she wasn’t wearing pants. I followed the long line of her ivory thighs accentuated with sensual colors from her tattoos and realized she was wearing the panties I had stolen from Kelly. I felt my face flush as my gaze returned to her."I decided that I want to watch you just once. Call it payment for the panties."I was stunned but also rock hard as I looked back at. It lay there also fast asleep a crumple of foreskin nestled in the safety of its testicular nest. “Very small” I responded pointing at my withered phallus. “No small” she said “Nice size. All Sri Lanka women like small cock. Big cock very painful for lady” she saidAt this point she called out in her language and we were again joined by Mara to both see and discuss the merits and demerits of my cock size. They stood over me like two morticians in a morgue or two surgeons in an operating theatre.