He is groping my ass

His thick hand is suddenly on my ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh through the towel. I flinch, but I don't pull away. I can't. Not yet. I need to keep the peace, to bide my time.

"You liked hearing, didn't you?" he says, his breath hot on my ear. "Admit it, you liked listening to me fuck your mom like the slut she is." His grip tightens, and I force myself to remain still, my jaw clenched. "Say it," he demands, his voice low and menacing.

"Yes," I murmur, the word barely audible. "I liked listening."

He chuckles, his hand sliding down to cup my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Good sissy," he whispers. "You know your place." His touch is revolting, but I can't help the flicker of arousal that dances through me, a traitorous response to the situation.

"Now beg me to fuck you on this balcony for the world to see you as my little slut."