He had never tasted anything like this glorious nectar. He had to make sure that he didn’t drain that wonderful source of pleasure. Brian felt as th...ough all his fantasies had been presented to him at the one time. All the time he was gobbling and sucking on those tits, his prick had been getting harder until it was nearly ready to explode. “Brian, after all that stimulation I am now feeling so very hot, I need to frig myself, but I want to watch you wank at the same time. Will you join me?” So. He always paid cash and avoided most contact with the townsfolk as he thought of them. They seemed like nice people, he had the effect of turning nice people into bad people. He thought it was the only respectful thing to do to, leave them alone, and because of it he was something of an enigma to them as well. He wandered slowly down the long grassy slope to the edge of the cliff leading to his small private marina. As he walked down the dock he chose sailing for today, stopping to release the. Ben got out and motioned for Roger to hurry and follow him. They ducked into the building.It was a bit dark inside and when his eyes got accustomed to the dim light Roger saw that there were about twenty-five Chinese men milling around the floor of the warehouse. At one end of the warehouse was a stage that was well lit. Many of the men turned and looked at Roger as if he shouldn't be there. There was a lot of murmuring going on and Roger knew they were discussing his being there."Come with. The blonde, the guard who had tattooed Iman, held up a thing that looked like a lollipop. "Of course, a ginger pop," said the woman. "Would you like to do the deed?" The blonde guard stepped behind the spread-eagled prisoner and pushed the object into Iman's anus, until the "candy" popped in, leaving the stick sticking out. "She won't want to sit down for a while," said the woman, as if instructing the other guards. "Every time the stick is touched..."She wiggled the stick, and Iman cried out.