“I’m bored with the same one-hundred and one girls after four-thousand some years. How are you doing with your nineteen girls?” Pan asked.“I�...m never bored. Every one of them is a jewel. Each is totally unique and every time we make love is the best sex of my life,” I said.“You don’t have time for drinking or hunting. You just provide stud service all day long. Are you content with that life?” The god asked.“I’ve always been a horny SOB. This is about the best eternity I can imagine. I do hate. Being tied with the ropes gave him different but pleasurable sensations including the scent of the hemp itself. He placed hooks on the wooden wall of the old coal bin and tied his wrists with loops at the end of the knots. By standing on a box was able to put these loops on the hooks so his arms were extended in a "V" then step off the box and hang there until the pain was intense. He always made sure his feet could reach the box so he could move the box back, stand on it, and free himself.. After that I pretty much collapsed.Stacy screamed as my hand stuck to her and tried to pull my hand off her face. She didn't have much luck. My finger pads could stick to any surface even skin and I could easily hold my whole body weight by one hand. Her face couldn't take quite that much strain, so she was more likely to tear her face off than remove my hand. She had the last remaining helper who was still slightly holding me up try to yank me free but that failed. He tried hitting my hand and. She wore a tiny yellow bikini, barely covering her areolas and her big secret as her flesh spilled out of every inch of fabric. On her feet were those ultra-high heels she saw, though now she noticed that they were black and had a two-inch platform in addition to the six-inch heel. Even her toes were touched up with a fresh coat of polish."K, what's with the get-up?" Tracy said as she looked at her friend with part lust, part bewilderment."Well, I wanted to wash the car, and I figured I'd.