It is an odd feeling being and object, a piece of art. To have someone fondling and stroking your cock who you’ve never met, cannot see and is havi...ng a conversation about it with someone else as if you aren’t even there.One woman, whose deep, throaty voice make me believe is considerably older than my 25 years, is taking great pleasure in digging her fingernails into the back of my already sensitive and stretched scrotum. My not inconsiderable pain seems to be of no consequence, as she. I went to a man and released him. He wasn’t happy to have been tied up all night and some of the morning. I said sternly, “Quit complaining. Dead is permanent. We are waiting for your people to come bomb the village and kill you. I think they are stupid enough. They will, of course, blame us.”After he drank and ate and used the bathroom facilities, I retied him and left him. We all left the village. Elena was worried. After hugs and kisses, I talked to Honso and Jonso.Honso said, “I want to. I knew exactly what Jamie had on his mind and I wanted to see just how far my little lady would go.When the time came this group of three guys were the loudest I had ever heard anyone be in a club. Needless to say Stacy won. The time came and Stacy, Jamie, his friends Todd, Joey, and myself went to a private booth so she could pay up. By this time Stacy was so buzzed and didn't care what was going on. Jamie had his hands all over her for his dance. The night took a real turn when Joey got his. "Now where on earth did you hear that?" responded another.The barber pointed to his chair and Scott took a seat. The man carefully taped a strip of crepe paper around his neck, and then draped a barber's cape over his chest and legs. He tightened the collar around his neck, adjusting the paper.Scott tried to keep his hands from moving around under the cape. He didn't like the feeling of the tight collar. It made it hard to swallow."The same?" the barber asked.He nodded.The man quickly took his.