WTF.

Right. I mean, I know I’m a pervert. It takes a fuck of a lot to shock me, but Jesus… Quentin was something else. I just stood there, mouth agape, looking at the scene before me for I don’t know how long. Megan didn’t seem to see me, focused I imagine on the sensations on her clit and pussy. I watched in disbelief as she slowly ground her pussy into the torturous metal triangle that split her painfully. At least, I imagined it was painful – she looked like she was enjoying it.

It's a good thing that Quentin wasn’t a psycho… well, not a violent psycho anyway. In my frozen state he could have tased me, shot me, stabbed me, and I’m not sure I would have noticed. I’d just never seen anything like this.

After an eternity, it was Quentin who spoke and snapped me out of it.

“I didn’t hurt her, well not really. She said I could do whatever I wanted. She climbed on to it herself, I promise.”

As if in slow motion, I turned to him.