--------------------------------------------------- 1C. The Punishment Seat It was more an honor than a punishment. But that's what we called ...the gismo. Mostly it's a sturdy pole that sticks out of the floor. There's a six inch wide flange about fourteen inches up and a finger thick rod that points up two more inches. The rod is smooth polished metal. A girl could place her fanny over the point and lower herself down until the flange pressing against her heinie supported her weight.. You’re looking directly at me as your left hand slowly, sensually strokes along its full length and then back down again. Every up stroke pulls at his large balls and with every down stroke they fall, heavily back down. I can’t help but wander how much cum he has stored up for you in there. Questions whirl in my rampant mind. Will you allow him to cum and if so….where? Despite its size you seemed to be having no problem handling him and there is no doubt that you are enjoying yourself. The. She had a very peculiar way of killing her targets, which I was destined to soon find out...I thought I had an impregnable security system on my island, but I was wrong.I was so blissfully unaware as I headed up to my silk-laden queen-sized bed after a long lazy day spent sipping drinks by my pool in the glorious sunshine.I was only wearing my skimpy gold thong-styled bikini bottoms, which I slipped off as I laid down and spread my body out onto the luxurious soft silky pink bed sheets.I sighed. The sky was made of close interlocked and frenetically detailed patterns tiles, blocks of colour and abstract shapes, the sort of things that Islamic temple designs loved so much. Blues reflected the colour of the sea, the sky, Jesse's eyes when he smiled at me. I painted the land we ran over in fat interweaving lines of heavy pattern; darker blues and greeny greys, a fast wet brushstroke that looked like speed. Bright flashes of splotched acid green to show where we had stamped our feet..