I slowly slid one finger in and out of her arse. She purred like a kitten. "That is so nice Daddykins" I slipped another finger inside her, "OH FUCK D...DDYKINS I CANT WAIT FOR YOU TO FUCK MY ARSE"I stood Monica up and bent her over the table and whispered in her ear "get on your tiptoes" I really enjoyed giving her an involuntary knee tremble so I always had her on tiptoes when we werent lying down to fuck. Monica got on her tip toes and reached behind her to pull her arse cheeks apart. She was. One ofthe walls had different kinds of paddles, whips, different colored ropes, andother bondage restraints hanging on it. As described, there were indeed twobags on one of the bondage chairs. I didn?t waste any time getting undressedand putting my close into the empty bag. In the other bag, I found everythingthat the receptionist told me would be there. I wrapped the two leather wristrestraints around each wrist and buckled them in place. I did the same with theankle restraints. I did notice. That’s how I got my Bowie knife.Later on we cleared an area at our camp and constructed the ‘Aye Gee Tee’ Theatre. A covered stage was built, and on its back wall, Kanga painted a back-drop consisting of a Drover and his dog with a mob of sheep. The painting was done in camouflage paints, but it was such a success that everyone wanted to photograph it. The theatre was a popular venue for the Army Entertainment Unit shows.Another form of our self-entertainment owed itself to another facet of. ." Vicdaen told me that you killed the Wiliji in the fortress. I could figure it out by myself anyway, since you're always thinking about it. So, we have to keep you here in your tent, and we'll do a couple of experiments, trials, on you. This will not start today." How am I supposed to stay here? What if I need to do some business... ? Hrm." I'm sure someone will help you if you call, now goodnight."When she had left me in my tent, with hands tied at my back and eyes blindfolded, I started.