“Yes, sir,” he said as if George were an old and valued customer. “What can I get for you?” The barman had one of those deep gravelly voices t...at can either come off as intimidating or robustly friendly. George couldn’t help but think how the compact, gruff voiced man would have certainly caught Matt’s eye. He’d have to remember to bring Matt here some night.Thinking wistfully of his far away lover, George ordered a beer. As the thickset barman drew his order, George noticed that the group at. After shaking up the Gillette Foamy can, she spread the shaving creamover her lower legs, her thighs, all over her crotch and onto herarmpits. With traces of foam on her fingers, she grasped her penis thencupped her balls for a moment. They were no longer as sore as they oncewere. She had grown accustomed on every night she performed to shove hertesticles into a heretofore-unknown body cavity, pull back her penis andhold her private parts in tucked position with her gaff.Amber decided to. It wasn’t. I was led to a pail of soapy water with a stiff brush next to it.“Scrub the floor.”Whoever it was walked away.~~~~~I was finally led back to my cell and chained up, and I fell asleep immediately.When the door to my cell banged open and I was ordered into Nadu and was slow to respond, they brought in a hose and sprayed me with cold water, continuing long after I was in Nadu. By the time they stopped I was shivering, but didn’t dare move. Water soaked my blanket and filled the floor. Not that the idea was unwelcome... just surprising that she'd actually voiced it aloud.“Punish me,” she said again, her voice strained and scratchy. “Please.”“No,” I said simply, though the refusal was far from simple. What I wouldn't give to punish her.She let out a frustrated but short scream and stepped to the wall, then slammed her fist into it over and over until I rushed over and grabbed her wrist to stop her, the scent of blood hitting me square and rendering me feral for the briefest of.