I told him that I wanted him inside me, he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom laying me on his bed. He pulled off my pants and panties exposin... my sugary wetness, thinking he would savor me, but he stopped. Walking over to his closet he removed this rack of some type. He reminded me that it was time for him to show me what that hook on his ceiling was for. I was very eager to discover. His took my ankles and fasten them onto this rack with these soft straps on each end of this frame, my. The dyke whined and howled mournfully when she finally realised exactly what she had become. Desperately she tried to articulate words but all that emerged was a series of snuffling, rasping, wheezing exclamations similar to the famous Muttley. The friends shrieked with laughter as the poor dog growled and croaked desperately to speak. Despite her franticefforts, the sounds simply refused to form in her wheezing throat. "What shall we call him?" cackled Trysta. "How about Whacky as in. She hadn't always liked them - she'd gotten made fun of in high school for her "birthin' hips", as her bullies had often called them, once puberty had hit and caused them to swell into their current, overtly sexual curve. In the end, however, it had all been worth it for all of the attention they got her, she thought, throwing a bit more suggestive swagger into her disproportionately wide hips.A few minutes later she noticed a guy walking toward her, and she felt a small flush of pride as her. Now that I can't use the Futae no Kiwami, I gotta count on you one more time, zanbatou!(They charge. Sanosuke brings the zanbatou across in a level swing; Banjin holds up the tekkou to block. The tekkou shatter.)Sanosuke (thinking): Thanks, zanbatou... This time will be your last.(Banjin only smiles. The tekkou that Sanosuke smashed were only coverings; they fall away to reveal unbroken tekkou underneath.)Sanosuke: What?!Banjin (punching him): Whadduya mean, what? I told you I'd do it all over.