When she tired of this she had me wash her entire body. When I finished, she stepped out of the tub, dried herself off, and threw me the wet towel to ...ry off with.‘I know you love to wear that G-string,’ she said, ‘so just keep it on, slave, and go into the bedroom when you’re done drying off.’I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string.She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing. The men all groaned in disgust at the wanton filthiness of this dirty slut, but at the same time laughed with glee at the fantastic degradation they'd been able to lead this lovely and seemingly decent woman to. Their desire to perform vile acts of unspeakable filth and debauchery upon this lovely woman increased tenfold."Put your face in it and let the filthy piss wash through your mouth," Eve was told.Obediently and unconditionally, Eve lowered her face into the stagnant piss and opened her. It was only a matter of time now. Fuzzy looked down, apparently startled to find a badge on the vest he was wearing over his checked shirt. He looked back at his accusers with eyes like saucers."Boys, somethin' ain't right here," Fuzzy said, swaying slightly against the counter. He grabbed drunkenly for the bottle of whiskey. "I was just — I was just havin' a — hic — drink here with my pal and —"And the whip came in right on cue. I didn't see it, of course, but I heard the crack. We were all. All the same, not even the Government of National Unity could legislate against music from liberal and progressive nations such as Malaysia, India and Scotland. These days, only President Bill Hannity's increasingly unhinged government of the United States could compete with the English government for its enthusiasm for curtailing the freedom of the young, the poor and the ethnically compromised. Against this background, the long awaited gig at Stratford, in a derelict warehouse built on the.