With my hand on gimpy's cock, how could he possibly lie to me? One catches flies with honey and vinegar (supposedly), so I leverage the sheer pleasure I'm stroking into his cock while interrogating him for the truth. With my hand teasing and edging his cock, he begins to think with his little brain and not his big brain. Will he tell me the truth? Will he be honest about his sneaky private jerkoff sessions without my permission? My hand is on his cock, and my questions begin drilling into him...