... Drawn to the warmth of his body and especially to the heat of his whipped ass and groin, they congregated and fed. Throughout the night he could hear them buzzing around him. He could feel them ever so lightly land on his ass and thighs. Occasionally he'd feel a sting as a particularly large mosquito inserted its proboscis into his searing flesh and drank its full. Shortly after that the itching started, maddening him as it drove him to wiggle his ass as much as he could, but he was still held wide open by the ropes and stakes. The long night wore on and on... Somewhere Beverly and Karen were sleeping, wondering how he'd survive this night of torment. Linda and her friends were probably remembering their two nights with him as they slept in their cozy little beds at home, their knees pulled up tight and their fingers probing and tickling between their thighs, rubbing themselves off to orgasm after orgasm. For Tommy, however, it was a night of torment beyond anything he could have ever imagined. |