Nineteen
It seems that Lunda has spread the word.
I am once again in the Martin Rigid Stock for what seems to be a weekly release and cleansing.
With blindfold removed, I count eight young island women before me, watching as I submit to being bound and hung... I know of no other way to describe Bai’s desired form of restraint. The group is dressed in standard island fare: short skirt, some of grass some of festively colored cloth, and nothing else. Yes, my eyes gaze upon sixteen perky breasts with n*****s of chocolate pointing skyward. They speak in the native tongue, jabbering and giggling. I know Lunda to be forewarning of my reaction as Pattie unlocks my crotch piece. There comes outright laughter when there plops from my anus the massive dildo which, other than toilet visits, has pe
