I like it when Martin gives me a little taste of discomfort. Instead of bringing me into the Playroom for a full-blown wrecking, a few pieces of hemp and the chair I'm sitting on worked wonders. It was just enough to spread me wide and destroy me with the crotch rope alone. When I titled this video, "Crotch Rope for Dinner", it should've been "dessert". It was short, sweet and perfect perfectly satisfying.