“I suppose the medication has shrivelled your balls to little peas,” Janet laughed, “And your cock to a little weenie cotton bud!”“No exactl...,” Jock explained, “Thet’s why it’s comin’ aff.”“Gi us a look then,” Morag chuckled.“Dinna be sae rude,” Jock replied.“Gae wan, were all girls together,” Morag insisted,“All reet, in the bog then,” Jock agreed and he headed for the ladies rest room with the girls following.“Bloody hell!” Morag exclaimed as Jock sat on the bog seat and raised the hem of. He was rescued by Toni when she came over and told him that the girlswere going for a potty break. Chris's own bladder was screaming forrelief now that he thought about it and gladly broke Brandon's embrace.He made it a point not to talk to Belinda as they walked back to theport-o-potties. It was hard enough for him to focus on his footing withhis beer and weed numbed brain. Thankfully the lines were short and Chris got into one just when hethought he could hold it not a minute more. . I rapidly ripped the blindfold from my head and rolled over to free my other wrist. I could hear her on the porch only a few feet away from my head but on the other side of the wall outside talking to her friend. Oh my god… I never ever considered her not coming back alone! How foolish of me!No worries. My hands were free, I sat up and quickly as I could manage slid down toward the end of the bed feverishly trying to get the loops over my ankles to free them as well. As I heard her saying. She put on the headphones before she tied herself up for the night and let it run all night effectively brainwashing herself. Not that it was really necessary, but she felt as if it gave her a finishing touch. Dreams of men whipping or caning her came to her every night, of being humiliated in public or literarily be trampled on. Every morning Susan got up hot and horny in a large pool f her own cunt juice.Susan put out the last cigarette on her right foot and called it a night. She knew.