Orgasm

One day, while visiting a nice old town in Spain, I felt like somebody’s following Me. A young guy was constantly somewhere behind Me, trying to seem detached, but never remaining too far behind. I decided to confront him, but I didn’t want to make a scandal out of it, so I lead him to a secluded corner and suddenly turned around. Realizing he couldn’t play the fool, as there was nothing interesting in that corner and it was obvious what he was doing there, he admitted to having followed Me. Stupid stalker, he asked for it: with several swift kicks in the balls I place him right where he belongs: kneeling at My feet, kissing them to spare his balls…