Treating his cuffed thrashings as negligible, the three laughing women carried him to another tree. This one was still upright, though the way it leaned like the Tower of Pisa over the undercutting bank showed that it too was destined to eventually fall. With Lilli climbing up to help from above they turned him again, lifted him higher, and hooked his waistband securely over the thick stub of a jutting branch broken off earlier for firewood.
Considerately or not, Jeri adjusted the briefs so that his caged genitals hung exposed through a leg-hole rather than be crushed between the stretchy wad of fabric and his dangling body. Still his balls bloated purple through a tightly distended scrotum. His even more swollen glans looked like a bursting-ripe grape beside prize-winning plums. Jeri fo
