"Nah, yer backside is yer own business,” Tex stated matter-of-factly, nullifying Sam’s question.Then, with a salacious grin, Tex again assumed con...trol of the situation.“You see… the thang is, gay men need to have their butts serviced, to keep them happy and chilled, just like a female needs her pussy well-serviced,” Tex stated with an air of authority.“Oh?” was all Sam could manage, now totally mystified.Without missing a beat, Tex now commenced expounding on his theory. “I regularly offer. But it was no use; it was closed off from her."Please! Don't! I want to live." So you shall - at least for a little time. Again, allow me to reassure you - your noble sacrifice is far more important than your life."Suddenly Willow felt her soul pulled from her body and was sucked down a dark tunnel. When she had physical senses again. She saw HER OWN BODY smiling triumphantly at her."Thank you." this Willow said with in her light, happy voice and sweet smile.Horror stricken Willow looked down. Still remembers how to move for a man. How to please a husband. My cock stiffens a bit more. But she was a modest woman. She moves slowly and smoothly. Teasingly. She wasn’t a slut, doesn’t know how to twerk or dance like a whore. She does her best, does what she thinks she should do, but with little experience. It’s cute actually. A reminder of how pure she was. A good little wife, a strong business woman. My former boss, touching herself, wiggling her ass, and trying to please me on top of. Just enough toprevent you from trying to haul yourself up off the PISS."He took in most of the slack on the chain and locked it in placebeneath the seat with the padlocks. I was now held firmly in place onthe seat of the swing."Now," said Frobisher, "push your sleeves up to just above your elbows.And gently does it. You don't want to rip the material."As I did this, Frobisher reached into the black bin liner once more.From it he took four flat hinged bangles. Each bangle had two smallmetal.