A hollow, disguised voice spoke just one word from behind the curtain, “Continue.”
Tears ran down Richard’s cheeks as the Brunette kept itching and squeezing his overworked and drained balls. He moaned and rocked his head from side to side. “No, please! AUGH! Oh, let go of my balls. AH! Stop, for pity’s sake, it’s too much pleasure. It’s driving me mad!”
The dark man standing next to Treise behind the curtain bent and whispered anxiously, “Mademoiselle, I really think...”
“I’m not paying you to think,” she shot back. “I’m paying you handsomely to teach Richard a lesson. Since he has inflicted so much pain on me, then I have a right to do this to him.”
“But Mademoiselle, we have heard how you enjoy being abused, and...”
Treise turned her head and glared into his eyes. “Sexually abused.
