She was back in a flash dressed only in a black g-string, black nylons, black high heels and a pair of leg garters that boldly read: "WHORE."Joani had...smiled and sat down beside him, placing her right hand on his inner thigh. In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently run some of my needle wheels - I have four different types of 'em - all over my body. After that, I want you to stand in back. He would have done the same thing if the sides were reversed.In the closing days of the confrontation, his unit had captured a “back-up” station of slave girls that were there to give the enemy fighters the added energy they would gain from draining their hardness into the soft slave girl private parts and use them in ways that captured females all over the world must endure in order to survive.There were almost a score of the sinful wantons dressed in the garb of pleasure girls and not like. The thing was lying on the dresser. How, you might ask, could I have ignored it? When you don't use one, when it isn't an extension of your hand, you don't notice such things. But there it was, red, with silver trim just like you see at 7-11, and it was demanding attention.I picked it up, turned it over a couple of times, and finally opened it. "Hello?" I asked cautiously.Nothing. Then I heard a faint voice. It was my mother."Shannon—no, don't answer. I'm in trouble, and I'm not sure I can get. .."I rubbed her red cheek. Damn she was cute. "It's okay to say pussy, or oral sex, Bianca. You don't have to be embarrassed." Bene," she said, inhaling and exhaling deeply. "Would you do it like last time? Sono ... I'm horny. Is it alright to say I'm horny?"Chuckling, I led her onto the bed, her beautiful bright blue eyes watching me. Bianca settled on her back, her legs closed, her hands fidgeting as if she didn't know what to do with them. Smiling in reassurance, I leaned over her and kissed.