Making a move to get up I find myself restrained in a bed, both legs and arms tied to the corresponding side railings, something cold and metallic tou...hing my pelvic region. Swallowing to moisten my throat “Wha…” “You had coitus with me while I was making a meal then left to see a professor, when I activated once more I waited for your return.” Moving the metallic thing from between my legs before continuing “Upon returning home I waited for explanation before extracting proper response!” A. “I insisted he show me how to make them, and I did try once. But they came out nothing like this. These are different than the ones he makes.”I smiled. “Well, to do it right you need buttermilk. My dad and I do not drink buttermilk, and I can’t see buying a half-gallon just to throw most of it away, so I do it with regular milk and lemon juice. It comes out a little different, but pretty much the same. Aunt Darla makes more of a traditional type, the ones I make are closer to say those at Dead. They began flogging the bound slaves. One stood on each side of the triangle frames so that one was whipping the sacrifices' back and one was whipping her front. The whips were soft and probably did not inflict much in the way of pain, but from the sound of the leather hitting flesh, they were apparently wet from having been soaked in something and snapped loudly with each strike.The hairless females then took two dildos from the trays and began pumping them into the slut slaves cunt and ass.. But then I thought of how glorious fucking her will be, and how game she was for playing along with my fantasy.After a grueling week, Friday was finally here. It wasn’t hard work (actually, it was pretty easy), but trying to stay focused when all I could think about was Susie’s ass-cunt and making her moan made for a very long week.I told Susie to wear her outfit and meet me at the hotel’s bar. She was to sit a couple of seats away from me, assuming the bar would be dead early afternoon..