.." I stumbled back, nearly falling in my heels. The man was not alive. He was another mannequin. Only this time he was a fantastically realistic copy...of a human, with each hair, pore, and skin spot carefully rendered.Fascinated, I walked over and touched him again. He was warm (!), and his skin had some give to it, just like human skin, but with a soft-rubbery feel to it. I looked at him more carefully and realized that his feet were actually bolted to the floor."|| TRAINING ENGAGED, BEGIN. For the victim, it is not so much the pain but the ugly sensation, and in some respects the shame. And one of the worst things they can do to me is leave the pole in, unsupported, so it rises up inside me and I know that must cause damage. I beg them to remove it. The cameras record my begging. Eventually, they do remove it, only to hit me with it several times. The camera records those new welts.In the stocks, the tits are so vulnerable. Completely unencumbered, they fall straight down. They. It suddenly dawned on me how loud it actually was. Movies in every booth, the unmistakable grunting of someone getting fucked a booth or two over. I made some more noise ... nothing. I began to think she had gotten freaked out and decided she wasn't going to play. I got down on my knees and looked through the hole. I was going to reassure her this would be fun. What I saw was more than fun ... it was fantastic! But not what I expected either.My wife was fulfilling the fantasy. Apparently there. Every neighborhood has a couple like this. Heather is passed out, will not remember a thing. I could slip my dick deep into her high class "A" pussy and drain my balls filling her pussy with my "not worthy" spunk. I could then pull her shorts up and walk away. She will wake after a couple of hours with a really bad headache and go home, my spunk leaking out of her pussy and drying in her panties, she would never know. It would be better than me beating off later, blowing my wad in real pussy is.