She looked over at my lean, muscular, almost naked body, and the contrast of my very dark skin to my white swimsuit. She stared at me for longer than ...she probably would have if she wasn’t drinking, and I noticed her examining the lumps of my cock and balls bulging out in my tight swimsuit.I tried to add humor to the moment and encourage the conversation to be more personal by saying, “The sun feels wonderful this morning, and I need to work on my tan.”Kate laughed at my comment, and started. This place must have sounded like an orgy last night. I sprawled out on the edge of the grass by the woods and poured a little coffee from my thermos and pulled my earlier finds from my knapsack. I was hard as a rock going over my treasures and decided I was so horny I wasn’t going to make it home. I looked around, all quiet and just after 7 in the morning and immediately started taking my clothes off. I started with the bra, sliding my arms through and reaching back to clasp it. Next came the. Lick it clean."I did as ordered and Janice giggled with delight."Mmmm, no more tissues, I've got my own personal cleaner."Aunty Bev smiled indulgently as she ascertained that Janice was indeedclean. Then she stroked my back and whispered as she bent in close withme and pointed out Janice's sexual geometry."One day, you'll have a little tickly. It won't be as small as Janice'sit will be more like Miranda's. Just imagine what it will be likehaving your own companion sissy caring for you and. ?We will now engage a classic instrument of torture. Its original name has been lost to the centuries, but it is colloquially called? the Iron Corset?.Sabina reached into a short cabinet on the stage and pulled out a pair of conical metal frames, joined together in the middle by a leather strap adjusted by a heavy metal buckle. Two longer leather straps extended out from the sides of the cones and a loop of black leather hung from the top of the metal frames. Two long metal screws descended.