"Trousers down. Now. No more questions."
"What?" you say, shocked, and Sarah, who's moved behind you, swiftly undoes your belt and yanks your trousers and underpants down to your knees.
"It's play time," purrs Ellie, "And we play rough. If you know what's good for you, you won't complain."
She grabs your balls and squeezes them hard as Sarah runs a finger up the crack of your arse.
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