’ ‘That doesn’t mean I have to listen to you babbling all night,’ snarled Kokata. ‘Actually, it does,’ snapped Lei. Kokata gritted his tee...h and remained silent. Lei went back to her storytelling. Obviously more interested in practicing her skills than in pleasing her audience. Kokata turned his back to her while working his web and pretended she wasn’t there. He hadn’t webbed this brutely for years. The glue patches with which he melted strand to strand were large and clumpy, the angles of the. He informed me that the yacht was a one hundred sixty five foot luxury vessel with a helicopter. As far as he was considered the yacht required nothing other than a possible upgrading of electronic gear. He would handle the necessary documentation and arrange for insurance. I asked if there were facilities at the south Texas airbase to handle a vessel of this size and receive an affirmative answer. He also reported that the patrol vessels would be on site and functional within the next day or. He blocked Zora’s path and stood arrogantly looking her up and down.At last he spoke, evidently satisfied with what he saw “Come to room fourteen at eleven”.Zora looked away while she hurried to compose herself. She had not expected to be confronted with any decisions after finding the Yellow Sign but this man could be involved in her collection or he could be a random stranger in search of street-walkers. And then she realised that it did not matter – that nothing that could happen to her now. In the mirrors, I could see my arse-hole, high, vulnerable and inviting, on full view to the audience as it filed directly towards it, and then dispersed to take up seats.Firstly, the in-house guests were my "tormentors". My bottom was spanked by hand, sandshoe, hairbrush, etc. It was penetrated by cock, strap-on, dildo, carrot. My cock was bitten, slapped, bound tight, penetrated with a variety of "sounds", both professional ones, and improvised. It was adorned with clothes pegs, paper clips. .