She could have any man just for the asking. But instead she was going to get herself gangbanged by everyone in this place. Bull hoped she knew that. �...�Do you realize once I start with you, every man in here will right behind me waiting for his turn?’ ‘I’m ready for them,’ Barbara replied. ‘You asked for, honey.’ Bull answered back to her. He led her to the center of the floor out away from the bar. Then he pointed to her halter top and skirt. Barbara pulled it up over her head letting her. Michelle couldn't help but glance at Zelda's chest, which was engraved with a striking tattoo. Her boobs were small with a little sag and the black tattoo seemed to be a raised etching of some African symbol. The drawing blended into Zelda's dark skin and covered the top portion of her left tit rising almost up to her shoulder. Michelle quickly diverted her eyes not wanting to give the impression she was staring at the woman.Zelda quickly jumped into the tub and put out her hand in an inviting. He heardsome noises and then she returned and told him to follow her. They wentthrough the door into a most marvelous dungeon. It had just abouteverything a fetish slave could dream about. In the center was a strangecontraption. It looked like a wall except it did not reach to theceiling. In the center of the wall, above five feet from the floor was apadded hole. It looked much like the head and face rest for a massagetable. Just below that and a bit further out were two. I can not begin to describe what it feels like to be able to float through the air at will, propelling yourself along with gentle pushes against the walls or the various handholds placed throughout the two decks of the crew compartment. Or how strange it is to pull yourself DOWN the ladder between decks, going through the opening headfirst, spinning to horizontal, and then kicking off the ladder to push yourself across the room. The first time I did this I did not push hard enough and stopped.