"The underwear too," Bob added. "What? No thong?" Jane asked, selecting the even smaller panty design.Bob looked carefully at the wisp of material in ...er hand. Even the crotch gusset looked to be only about three quarters of an inch wide. It didn't appear large enough to cover even the 'critical' parts of his new anatomy."I will, if you will." Bob challenged. "I don't know what I'm getting myself into, here." Jane laughed. "But what the hell."She handed the one she held to Bob and found one for. I was suddenly in a dungeon, replete with every form of device necessary to bind and punish a person. There was a whole wall dedicated to whips, straps, belts and canes that would have made the strongest person weak in the knees with either fear or desire. On the opposite wall there was an array of dildos, vibrators, gags and butt plugs. In the middle of all of this were a number of contraptions that were clearly meant to secure a person. There were bars with chains and straps, a table that. Now he might do us all in.”That night exhaustion finally came to my wife and me, and we each found a shallow, uncomfortable sleep on each side of the cold, stone wall until the dawn guards kicked my feet and rattled the door and woke us both so they could taunt the accused and talk loudly of how witches were burned alive at the stake.The town had its own grand church and it was there that Mataoka was dragged the next day to stand before the magistrate, Mr Bletchley. I followed her, the guards. She had stayed loyal to Shashank since getting married. The last question from Tushant had put her in a fix. She couldn’t say No, because she was visibly craving for Tushant’s body. The aroma of his saliva all over her neck and shoulders had made her too hot. She was soaking wet down there already. She knew her husband Shashank could never make her feel like that.His face was right in front of hers, waiting for an answer. He wore a sexy suit with an exotic scent. His breath smelled of whiskey.