The stock was made of oak. The stock had three holes, one for a head andtwo for the wrists. Th e cushion for the head and wrists was red leatherwith a...little padding. Ilsa opened the top part of the stock up as theguards directed me where to place my head and wrists. Ilsa pulled downthe stock down, trapping me in the stock,bent over at the waist. Ilsafitted the lock and click together. I heard the lock clicking,sealing myfate.Leather Mistress pushed a tray over to the area. It had ink on it. But we had plenty of time for that, plus I hadn’t yet shown him the thing that I had brought over yesterday and put in the desk drawer. After a couple more minutes I stopped him and got up off the bed.I drank the rest of my beer, then told Jason to get on his knees on the bed. Why he ask and I said I’ll show you. He got on his knees near the foot of the bed and I laid down on my stomach in front of him propping myself up on my elbow. His cock was right in front of me and I wrapped my hand. She turned back to me and smiled.“What?” I said, she was playing with me and I was just about done being patient. I thought for a brief moment that just maybe Jenny had told her friend of our new relationship but I was relieved to find out she hadn’t.“Are you seeing anyone?” she asked coyly and I smiled. She bit down gently on her lower lip with her overbite and winked.“No, I’m not at the moment,” I said and smiled back at her. Mandi was a first class flirt and wasn’t very shy of her. As I get older, I’m going to pass it down to younger generations so that they get interested in it and that they keep the culture going.I’d like to see more young blackfellas get right into their culture and start learning more about their culture.Knowing their stories, their songs and dance and art. Keep it alive.(Warren Foster. Wallaga Lake, New South Wales, 1998)It was Saturday and there was an older man painting a large canvas. Sam watched in silence.“What do you see?”“A group of youths.