All the reasonably remote islands keep a stockpile of replacement parts and pieces, just in case.”“They got better engines ... free.” You might ...say I pouted. “New Zealand didn’t do that for me.”“You volunteered ... they were drafted.”“Ah.”“While they were at it, the boat got all new electronics.”“Mil Spec?”“Mil Spec.”“They can talk to me?”“They could if you had your radios upgraded.” Jingleheimer said. “Your boat is old. Everything is analog. You don’t have forward scanning sonar. Your radios. What?s she got on her twisted little mind now, I wonder. ?I want you to see if you can push your dick back inside yourself and then if this Band-Aid will keep It there.? Ahh okay, now I know what she?s thinking of? seeing if this will work to ?hide? my dick.Once she?s applied the Band-Aid and moved her hands away, we wait to see if it?ll hold, and it does. ?Good idea, Jen. That sure seems to work okay.? ?Yes, it sure does. You see, my thought was simple, this might be the best. This mistress had never played with a sissybefore so worked on my breasts and ovaries whilst holding a vibratoragainst my clitty. All I had to do was survive the 20 minutes of whippingthat she was inflicting on me whilst she wrapped a loop of steel wirearound the base of my breasts breasts squeezing them out considerably. Shewould leave this loop on for the remainder of my challenge.I am sure this mistress felt that she was inflicting a large amount ofpain but compared to Master it was like a. And when she went for the last time right before getting in the car to go home, she noticed that her panties were stained light yellow in the front with a skid mark in the back. It had horrified her because of the warnings Bill had given her. This was just unforgivable. And she knew she was imagining things but she was sure she could even smell her panties as she was driving home. The thought crossed her mind to stop somewhere and just dispose of them. But coming home with no.