I like the more personal items though; humblers, mandolins, chastity devices, spreaders, stuff like that.”“I’ll have to have a look. I’ve been...thinking that I might like to get a little more adventurous with some of my slaves.”Lionel gave a gagged squeak and his eyes widened. June smiled, remembering how Allison had confessed to being a complete beginner not so long ago. “Shall we go and look?”The Kink Collection exhibit was impressive. Allison saw plenty of items that she could imagine putting. I had the servants tell him that he was the victim of a strange sickness that caused him to forget that he was the caliph and to be tormented by false memories of a life that was not his. They told him that if he but went about his business he would soon regain his wits and remember who he really was."Well, Abu al-Hassan took a little convincing, but soon he was living a true life of luxury here in my palace, and it gratified me very much to see this simple man made so happy by the things that. He could feel the blood coursing down his legs in rivulets, making the pads of his feet slimy and slippery. Now and then he would fall face first bashing a cheek on the protruding root of a tree or scratch his arms and face on the same briars that attacked his legs. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" He would scream. At least that's what he meant to say anyway. What came out, what his ears heard was more along the lines of... "ASSISTANCE! WON'T THOU LEND ASSISTANCE TO THIS WRECHED SOUL?"Too confused to. " All right, all right," Tyler groaned, letting go of his knees andswinging his shapely legs over the side of the bed. He felt a tinystreak of vaginal juices dripping onto his thighs and then onto thebedsheet. He tried to ignore the sensation. "Just... give me a minute." Like I said, take all the time you need," Connie said. She sat in thechair on the far side of the table, grabbed an automatic corkscrew fromthe service tray, and began opening the bottle of wine. Tyler went tothe bathroom and.