At some point the practices parted and the figging became a punishment in itself. I ultilizo this technique with my partner a few years now and they a...ways love it, you'll like it too, try with your partner. Although not very difficult to practice, some care is needed as well as some preparation. So let the world's figging, ginger is easily found in fairs and supermarkets, is a root tuber small and looks like a hand. Look for whole roots ("hands") because it is necessary to serve as a plug, too. We are going on a Friday night so I told Jean to be ready Friday 3:00 pm. I told my parents that we might have to go to dinner with the clients, so don’t wait up, we will either sleep in a hotel or drive home late.Jean and I had to dress business like leaving the house since we were suppose to meet clients. We changed at a rest stop. Jean was now wearing a cocktail dress, no bra or panties, thigh highs, and fuck me shoes. She looked like the whore-slut she wanted to be. We stopped at a look out. More!...Hurt the slut some more!" she whimpered as he heldthe pliers away from her nipple."This will make you forget about those old, rusty pliers, bitch!...He, he,he...I'm going to make your slut-tits fucking beautiful, you pig-slut!" a boyscreamed at her.As Cumbag turned to face him, she heard the whistle in the air. Then she feltthe burning stripe explode across her left tit. Cumbag cooed and the boy laughedas he brought the car antenna across her left tit again."How's that, cunt!...I said. " Zeke said.Patrick put his hand on his crotch. He was wet. His cock was getting hard. It was throbbing!"No." Patrick moaned."Yes, baby. You know you want to belong to Zeke. You can't resist my cock. You need to worship it. Come to Zeke, baby! Come and take little Zeke in your mouth. You know you want to. You know you need to! Get on your knees and crawl to Zeke, baby."Patrick slid off the couch as if in a trance. This was all so surreal. He wasn't gay; he couldn't be gay. He didn't have sex.