I reached into the lowest drawer and saw all the torture/pleasuredevices I had been made to buy. Nipple clamps, collars and leashes,various sizes of b...all gags and dildos. This was a treasure chest filledwith leather, silicone, plastic and fur, and to be honest, it made mehorny every time I opened it. I saw exactly what I wanted and grabbedthe clamps with black puff balls that hung from little chains from theclamps themselves. I pinched the ends of the clamps that opened likeclothes pins, and. No slow moves, for now, that could come later.The woman pulled down his briefs, releasing his stone hard cock. Seeing it, she sighed with delight and ran a hand up and down his length, coating her fingers with pre-cum. Feeling the pulse in his shaft gave her something akin to hope for the first time. She didn't linger long with her fingers; she wanted to devour him whole. Quickly shifting position, she lowered her head and engulfed his raging hard-on in one gulp. Her mouth was so dry from. It was a small stone built building, run down in appearance nothing like the police stations we were use to back in England.Unceremoniously we were both manhandled into the building the door firmly locked behind us.?You will be both stripped searched? grinned Ahmet.?Stripped searched, what ever for, my wife has only crashed a car? I gasped in amazement.?You seem to forget, you are in a foreign country, if we wish we could detain you here indefinitely.Now take off your clothes? bellowed. He was a loud-mouth know-it-all that wasn’t nearly as likeable to everyone else than he thought he was. He was a family member so he was tolerated. As an ex brother-in-law I still tolerated him because of Drea. We were still friends. However, he was a scratch bowler. His average was always over 210 and he had several perfect 300 games to his credit over the years. He was tolerated because of his bowling prowess. Drea wasn’t really that bad of a bowler but with an average hovering around 140,.