Part: 78 The Half-truth

I moaned as he slightly hit that unknown thing on my both nipples, one by one, sending a different kind of sensation between my thighs.

"What if my answer is wrong?" Suddenly I asked him, keeping my eyes closed.

It's so difficult to talk to him with my eyes closed, it would be better if he had blindfolded me.

"Then I'll hit this here." He caressed the thing between my thighs against my jeans, arousing me. I flexed my hips and rubbed myself against the thing.

"Somebody is getting turned on." He removed it, and I pouted sadly. I badly want something to be rubbed against myself.

He laughed at my condition. Evil!

I have to answer him fast. What the thing could be? I wondered, putting pressure on my brain. He had picked it up from the dressing table, I can easily guess it.

It can be a comb.

"Comb..." I answered, shouting as he whacked one of my twins not so hard.

"Wrong Answer, Butterfly." The next moment he smashed my crotch with that thing, I jumped up and closed my legs shut to cont