He introduced himself as 'Aadam Abdul Mohammad'"We met at the fence a few weeks ago. We had a private talk while my aids went to summon the artist. Do...you remember any of the things we talked about?" he asked."Yes, we talked about how the weather was in Bagdad in the spring and compared it to the weather in Rochester, was one topic," I replied."Yes, good - I wanted to make sure I was talking to the right person," he replied. "I have a favor to ask, as you call it." OK, what can I help you. Mistress Diana walked along the empty cells until she wasstanding in the second to last, cell. ? She peered betweenthe bars starring at a sleeping man. ? ?Why isn?t heawake?? ? ?Mistress. We hadto sedate him upon his arrival. He wouldn?t allow us to touch her.? ? Mistress Dianasmiled and walked toward the cell on the end. She peered between the heavy barsand saw the blonde woman seated on the cot inside. She appeared very frightenedas she starred back at Mistress Diana. ? ?Please. Don?thurt. The tightening resumed and he had to stop his inarticulate shouting as he began to gasp for breath. His waist was being pulled in, in and Martin knew it was smaller, much smaller though I could not see it. Finally Tom tied it off and Martin sensed him move away from him. He felt his face redden, not only from the tightness of the corset, but also from the humiliation he felt. He was embarrassed. He was glad he could not see himself. But he did calm down. There was nothing he could do. He tried. I could almost feel the hands of my lover Jim's hands the hard callouses from years of hard labor touching my body. Setting it on fire every touch whether it be hard or gentle. Sliding my right hand into my opened jeans and panties finding them soaked from my slow exploration of my body. My middle fingertip gentle touches my sensitive clit and sends a shock wave of pleasure through out my body and almost buckles my knees. I grab a hold of the bedpost with my other hand while my right hand.