So thirsty. She wanted a sip. Wanted a drink. Wanted to feel the waves cascade through her again and again. Another image, with a spinning crystal -- ...his time, with a young woman on her knees, looking up, squeezing her own nipples in her fingers, shaking. Drip... Oh yes! Mistress Black swallowed, gratefully, staring at the woman on her knees, looking into her vacant eyes, as the little slut played with herself, unable to stop."Follow, follower!" The spinning, flashing crystal called Mistress. The young maiden was pitied by both the married ladies of the village and by the sexually promiscuous young maidens who worked beside her serving ale to the randy males drinking with abandon in the lively tavern.She was comely of face and shapely of figure with long tresses of Golden Red hair. Her breasts were full and heavy with sensual promise. Her bottom was the plumpest and most delectable of all the young serving wenches. Many the young lad that desired a glimpse of her cuny to see if it. The pain from the bull whip served to make me numb to the discomfort of the anal intrusions. Once again Master said nothing, before proceeding to attach my leather wrist cuffs to the sides of my waist belt. I was then ordered to crawl into the cage, which was then locked.?Have a good nights sleep? were the last of the few words spoken by Master. The lights were turned off and the trio left the room. Needless to say I was unable to sleep and remained awake the whole night, the pain from the whip. Dear Sir, this is our beloved Captain, we call him Iceman for he is one of our best pilots on Planet Earth.” Jenny was high. She had either been looking into or having the Black Box open next to her for hours.“Director Saint, I’m happy to meet you,” Iceman said.“Captain Iceman, it is my pleasure.” Director Saint said.Ben was standing near Iceman, “Do you want a hot pastrami sandwich Captain? We have a big picture of cold orange juice made up.”“Lieutenant Ben that sounds great. A glass of juice.