"J-just k-k-k-kill me, you bitch!" I gasped, hunched over and clutching my balls in humiliated misery. She giggled again; "No sugar...I've got a bette... idea."She did not shoot, but tapped my forehead lightly with the pistol grip, and I fell backward onto the floor like a domino.I looked up to see her reach over to a remote control panel, pressing a series of buttons. Then to my horror, all the cages and shackles in my brothel unlocked and opened. My prized chamber slave, Zela, danced out of her. .... I put them on," I said, blushing again."Wow, that's really funny," she said laughing, "does it turn you on wearing women's tights?" Well you tasted the results," I said, trying to get a bit of my own back."I did, didn't I," she laughed. "Is it just tights, or do you wear knickers and other womens underwear too?" I prefer tights but find most womens underwear sexy," I replied frankly, getting a bit less embarrassed by now.She sat for a moment in silence before asking, "Do you find wearing. The dirt was gouged out from under the tracks and trestles installed. Whoever designed it got his measurements wrong and the underpass was built too shallow and too narrow. Two cars could pass each other safely, even a car and a truck if care was taken. But two wide trucks couldn't make it.Bratty Betty May Henderson's father made a fortune off those mishaps. He put up warning signs tjat proclaimed, "After You Hit The Oncoming Truck At The Underpass, Remember Henderson's Garage," All the locals. The men were a little slow in grasping the import of Lynda’s phrase but realisation dawned. ‘Salty? I don’t think we have anything. Let me see, the only thing I can think we have here would be, well it would be semen. Would that do? ‘Oh yes please!’ ‘In a glass or fresh from the source?’ ‘Source please, I like my spunk hot.’ ‘Alex, could you oblige?’ ‘Huh?’ Alex was somewhat nonplussed. Surely Colin did not mean for him to get his penis out in front of everybody? ‘Could you serve Lynda please,’.