当我穿着六英寸高的高跟鞋，被锁在天花板上时，好像手肘的痛还不够似的，马丁会用冰水浇我，确保我能保持愉悦。他会不时地快速过来，把魔杖按在我的穴位上，然后走开，再回来按住它，直到我爆发。While I'm standing in 6" heels and chained to the ceiling, as if I wasn't suffering enough from the elbows, Martin soaks me with ice water to make sure I stay entertained. Periodically making a quick visit to press the wand up against my sweet spot, walking away, then coming back and holding it there until I explode.