Encased in leather head to toe, We look formidable as interrogators. Miss Vivienne and Myself have one purpose, to extract the information from Our prisoner. he is wrapped tightly in a leather body bag so is fully restrained, totally immobile and at Or mercy. Pulling out his plums, We take turn pulverising them. Smacking, pinching, flicking and slapping his balls until they turn purple. his screams become more desperate, but he still won't give Us a name and end his suffering. I pull on his scrotum, stretching and wrenching his sack from his body............ I won't stop until I detach them... Show more