------In the morning I am carried out by my captor, lying over his shoulders and he lays me down on a sort of stone altar as if I were a sack of potat...es. Several women help out to hold me in place. Two of them grab my legs and spread them as wide as possible. I am now wide open and exposed on the huge stone altar. The tribe chief comes forward and after talking for a while in a language I do not understand (although the message is quite clear) he comes near to me, pulls aside his loincloth and. I fondled them gently; amazed at the realism and thatthey were attached to me. I gently played with the fake nipples, stiffyet pliable, which protruded through the silky bra cup of the Basque.Kelly regarded me for a while, lost in my own thoughts. "Now I know whymen don't have tits." She stated. "It's hard enough for you to leaveyour dicks alone. If you had tits, you'd never get out of bed at all."I dropped my hands, embarrassed, and asked,"Do the nipples disappear as they warm up?" No. They. I managed to not have the bottle explode on me and poured us each a glass of champagne.When the tub was full, I turned off the taps and came back to stand in front of Bethany. I reached for the glasses of champagne, but she stopped me.“Let me undress you, Steve,” Bethany said with a smile.I nodded, and she removed my tuxedo jacket, then the cummerbund and tie, neatly hanging everything on a chair. She removed my shirt, pulled off my undershirt and then her hands dropped to my pants. She cupped. Emma paused for a moment when he moved, but then sat up as well. When he sat upright fully, she bit her bottom lip for a moment, and then took the natural progression to getting down onto her knees on the floor. She looked surprised and a little discomforted for a second to find herself kneeling down in front of him, but then that same look of stubborn determination crossed her face. She sat back onto her heels to get comfortable, folding her dress gracefully around herself, and reached out.