?This is what is called a garrote,? she whispered into her ear. ?If I turn the metal handle it’ll twist the material tighter and limit your breathin.... The more turns of the handle, the less you breath. Too many turns for too long and, well you can probably guess the result of that??.? The lady began to finger the girl and discovered that she was already highly aroused, her pussy slick and slippery with her juices. Looking across the room at the girl’s father it was clear she wasn’t the only. If I did locate it we could do the honors tomorrow. I'm sure that Cowta, Shanay, and Biltee could take one more night of shitting and pissing outside.As I was leaving I saw Shanay assembling one of those skin bag things they used for cooking pots and I remembered the hundred-quart stewpot the spacemen had sent with me when they put me down in the wrong place. Hundred-quart hell, I had plenty of pots and pans, now that my whole house was here."Shanay, are you going to make a stew or soup?" I. The goal was toemphasize his helplessness and it was effective. Dan tried to squirmfree but was about as effective as a child is when trying to pull fromits father. He struggled violently and cried out but he was no matchfor his former strong body.Once again Dan was overwhelmed with unfamiliar emotions and feelingsand tears. He wanted to shout out but found it hard to even take in adeep breath.Suzy decided it might be wise to speak up and reduce some of thistension. She got what she wanted out. Finally, the public event was over, and Sara found herself being congratulated on what a wonderful job she'd done in her performance and the public appearance. Now it was time for her to take care of her own needs, Sara thought as she wandered out from the public venue where she'd just performed. Sara could feel her panties soaking wet from her own arousal and her hot insistent need to have a big thick cock fucking into her horny pussy. The outfit Sara had worn for her appearance that day was.