After having discovered your infidelity, I became extremely depressed. In my misery, I started to comfort myself by masturbating while reminding myself how much I loved you. It became quite a habit for awhile...
Won't you stop it with the constant whimpering, you despicable man.
Just how long did you think you could continue to get away with your little escapades with this other woman, hmm?
Every single night I would masturbate while wondering what disgusting things you were doing with her...
I'll make sure you suffer thoroughly for each and every one of those nights...
The slight discomfort you have felt thus far is completely inadequate; I won't even think about stopping until you pay dearly.
I wonder how much pain this is?
Since you can't really see with your current restraints, let me describe it to you, dear. Right now I've got a hold of your tender scrotum. I have isolated one of your testes between my fingers and I'm taking my thumb and digging the nail into the middle of the poor thing.
By holding it this way, not only can I inflict excruciating pain to your poor, defenseless "thing" but I can also feel the way it squishes and contorts against my fingers. Ah, the sensation is pure bliss.
I wonder how much longer can your testicle withstand this before it...
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