"So Mary Kay, as you know, Jeff is workingwith me on his concerns that he masturbates too much. That is why hispenis is locked inside what we are call...ing a 'masturbation crutch.' Itis just a crutch to get him to where he no longer feels like he ismasturbating too much. Now we have tried the honor system with Jeff andthat was not working. So we are coming to you for some assistance." You want me to hold the key, right," Mary Kay said excitedly. Tooexcitedly for my tastes."Actually no,". Reaching out for another flexing stem, looping it above one marred breast, below the other, again aligning and twisting the prickling branch, the Nun forces the additional barbs even deeper into the flattening mounds.?Aaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhh!? A rasping screech, an uneven row of specks of blood beading across her bare flesh, Jodi’s naked body arches, jerks as she twists across the curved, wooden surface, the newest pain immeasurable to the flogging. Feeling another number of thorns adhering to. “Does anyone have any idea who did that, or how it was done?!”“From the evidence and the witnesses’ Readings, we know that the bolt was cast from directly above you.” Yazadril reported as he stepped back and began observing the redeployment of his force. “Our dragons found only a slight residue of the bolt’s casting over four miles up, and all we can deduce from the residue is that it was probably cast by human wizards. It must have been cast by many of them, likely hundreds, perhaps lending. “A wise decision, Aitu. Torlarrin, set him before me. Let’s wake the human and find out why it is here.”Torlarrin, now a brawny, ruddy-brown wolf, huffed and laid the human on the ground. The shaman uncorked a bottle given to him by one of his wives; each nose in the area twitched as the scent of bitter salts pierced their senses. Shaman Vatea held the bottle under the human’s nose.On the ground, Dyri’s nose was assaulted by a terrible smell. He gagged and coughed, sitting up and swatting away.