His tongue! It was going--under her crotch!She felt the tip of it circle around her fluttering cunt- mouth one more time and then begin sliding under ...her torso, around the curve of her crotch, reaching... reaching... "Ahhhhhh, God, Logan! Don't!" she cried thinly, gasping again, looking down into the hatch past her thrusting tits.Her vision was blurred. The boat swayed and pitched, making her feel as if she were floating helplessly in the sea of sensation.She saw him kneeling on the floor at. It was all confusion in her memory. Her foot itched, and she reached down to scratch it. Then she screamed. Her legs were gone, amputated above the knee, and there were bandages on the stumps under her hospital gown.The next day, Keith and Howie showed up to visit, each bearing a huge bunch of flowers. "I thought you guys were performing in Amsterdam." We canceled the rest of the tour," said Keith.Howie shrugged and added, "It's not like we needed the money. Keith tried to call you at the hotel. We walked into the trees and found a nice little spot. The guy I met with slowly started to massage my cock through my jeans - with seconds I was rock hard. He took it out of my pants and started to run his tongue up and down my shart - fuck it felt so good. I reached over and started stroking his cock through his pants, quickly taking it out. It wasn't quiet as big as mine but became hard straight away. We continued to wank each other slowly before I thought to myself 'this is it'. I dropped. Another crack of the whip forced me to push my other leg forward. With a noise that sounded like stone scraping against stone, the beam to which I was attached so firmly began to move. Almost pushing my other leg forward. Slowly it dawned to me that I was walking in a tight circle. In this darkness I couldn’t see where I was plodding to. I was led by the beam behind my back. Unquestioning I plodded round to complete one revolution which was marked by another lash and the command to ?get a move.