Iman, of course, could not even accomodate one in her infibulated vagina, but she got two up her ass. Another time, the women were made to compete in... a tug of war, no hands, with the rope attached to a peg in the anus. Iman could participate in that. Once the women were paired off and made to wrestle to a submission on a plastic sheet covered with lard, pig fat, of course, for the Muslims. The loser got a sound thrashing in public. Once they staged a race across an array of electrified. " "You can't or you won't? I believe you can and you will. Let's give you a little incentive." With that she took off my nipple clamps and quickly replaced them again. I was now screaming out in pain. My nipples had never been so sore and tender. "Will you eat your cum now or will I have to keep changing these until you do? I have all day, what about you?" "Yes, Mistress Angel I will eat my own cum." "That's better. Now open wide." She picked up the first container and started to spoon feed me. My mom put her up to it, told her I needed a woman with some experience, someone who cared for me, would do it right. How about that? Never told you about that have I?" No, but, well, even now, she's quite pretty, this would be quite a few years ago, she must have been really nice." Oh, she was and she knew just how to handle it. I'm really glad it was an older woman who had experience and went slowly and knew what she was doing. And someone who really loved me. I really think that it helped me. Leviticus 20:17," he shouts at his sister. "Snap out of it Sharon!" he yells as he steps closer to her. "Snap out of it!" But there was no snapping her out of her drug-induced sexual arousal."Help me, Paul!" she pants as she throws her arms around his neck and presses her naked body against him. "I'll get dressed if you promise to help me when we get home," she whispers, while clawing his back and grinding her exposed pussy against the bulge in his pants.Paul has always looked up to, and looked.