..oh fuck. He picked up the syringes, all three, the tubing tugging slightly at her most delicate places, excruciating pain rippling through her quak...ng body, and then…The feeling of the cold sterile saline being pushed into her, those most carefully cared for of places being pumped full of saline, the pain...his sighs echoed in the room as he watched her cunt swell with the fluid. Fuck…Fuck, it hurt more than she had thought possible and she momentarily arched her back in both pain and. “Well, you can talk, I’ve heard about what you got up to in Bristol,” he said. Shelley looked at me, a little surprised that our sexual adventures were becoming common knowledge.“Sounds like you can be a right one yourself,” he went on.“Yeah, we know you’ve had other men,” Mark said, winking at Shelley.“Oh I can see what’s going on – I think I’ve been set up here,” Shelley said suspiciously. “What have you suggested to them?” she asked me. I said I didn’t know what she meant, and claimed I’d. "Oh Wow, Lura," she gasped, "that was amazing." I surmised you would enjoy it, Kendra," Lura replied, "and I could have kept it going indefinitely. You may wish to consider that next time you are wanting to be stimulated whilst helpless."The flexi-steel bands unlocked, letting Kendra move again."What about my sleeping cabin?" Kendra asked, "any improvements in there?" Of course there are," Lura replied, "knowing how much you need to climax, and how you enjoy your bondage games, I have made some. I knew she loved it so it was safe and she did come apart sometimes. Her breasts were small but firm like a teens, her skin was a darker, olive tone and she had a dark, thick patch of pubic hair. She was Italian and it was 1967. Women didn't shave then like they do now, or they didn't talk about it like they do now, but I never knew one who'd shaved then. Besides, it was soft and I liked to play there, she liked that too. It was fun getting through it so I could get my tongue in her. We were a.