I gagged,cried and swallowed, feeling my stomach filling up, suspended, bound outin the open, used by strangers first as a sex doll, and now as a urin...l...More than anything in this world I wanted... To cum! To get somestimulation to my imprisoned cock, now swelling even more, painfullypushing against the unyielding plastic. The foreman finished pissing inmy mouth, shook the last drops on my face and yelled to the rest of theman to come over if they wanted to pee.They all did.Later in the. It was a short, but wide, table with four metal legs which angled out at each end and had eye-rings near the bottom of each leg. One end of the table had a half-circle cut out in the middle of it. June pondered the table for a minute before she realized what its purpose was. She remembered reading about such a device in the books that Roger had given her and had hidden in his closet. June looked at the canvas bag lying underneath the table. She bent down and looked inside the bag. Inside the. After that he dismisses Lisa to her room and guides me up the ascending stairs. We reach the top and enter another room containing a single large bed with beautiful white sheets. "All of my females know exactly what is about to happen to them when they enter this room and lay on this bed." He holds me by my hips and waist and effortlessly sets me at the edge of the mattress. He pushes me gently onto my back and follows me onto the bed, spreading my legs apart beneath him as he moves on top of. “We should think about bridging this at some point. It would be very impressive. I’m sure a single arch could do it, if it was built right.”“Could I ... would it be safe to go upstream a little and...”“Wash naked in the stream? Yes, I think so; take Straba with you.” Straba was a cook’s help, she wasn’t attractive or intelligent, but she was good at doing what she was told (which in the case of the cook was ‘stir this’ or ‘lift your skirts’ – he was a man of simple pleasures. He was kind to her.