"Go where, bug?" She returned."Go home, away from here." I replied."Awww my poor pathetic little bug," she started, "you can't go home, your trapped h...ere forever." She smiled, taking great delight in telling me of my hopeless situation."W-what do you mean?" I asked through a choked voice."Think about it," she began to explain, "this is an uncharted island, far away from anywhere you pitiful insect humans could ever possibly reach, I haven't seen a little human ship or tiny human plane pass by. Chains hanging from the ceiling were connected to each conner of the of the device preventing her from escaping the wooden horse that was between her legs. We had described Mia as a horse loving, cock addicted country slut. Her customer wanted to introduce her to a type of horse that she definitely wouldn't like. The wooden horse is an extremely simple torture device. A wedged edge is lifted up on legs or a box like design. The girl is then positioned on top with the wedge between her legs. I quickly adjusted my angle of attack by adding, "I mean, can I stare at your boobs while you still have your clothes on". She slowly replied with, "I guess.... but only for a couple of seconds until I get too frecked out about a guys staring at MY boobs". So I looked her sqaure in the eyes and dragged my eyes down till I was staring straight at her hot C-cups tits. They looked soo dam fucking hot. As soon as I could make out the out the bra line I could feel almost every drop of blood in my. Also identical twins. This latter point, as with many idents, they've had a lot of fun with over the years though they did try to dress differently in middle school, each with a different hairstyle, Jeff, long, Ryan short, as I recall. They're also really cute, well, now more, good looking, handsome and each, their mother tells me, is eagerly pursued by girls throughout high school. I can see why, they're pretty nice. Now, I would never be called shy or bashful, never have been. Always pretty.