The brine gag was the most painful thing I have everexperienced. No wonder the Ancient Romans would pack a rebellious slave's mouthwith salt and then ...ag them and after a day let them see water. If I were thatslave, I would rush to the cross for a drink of water. I knew I was in trouble.The swelling of my arms and legs would cause the loss of feeling. The spongepacked in my mouth was partially in my throat making it hard to breathe - notbad enough to gag me, but I knew that any more struggling. The first thing she saw, was the envelope. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it was not going to kill her to see what kind of photos were in that envelope. Pulling out the pictures and seeing the first one, almost did kill her. There was a naked Ron, with a huge, half turgid cock, hanging between his legs. She was so shocked, she dropped the pictures. Picking them up, she couldn't help seeing the others. His dick was erect, sticking straight out like a baseball bat. Another, had a blonde. Exposure had resulted in them quickly moving on, and the facility was soldfully equipped. It was isolated, and dug into the ground. Apart from the usualoffices and cells there were three main rooms for working on suspects. One wasused as an office, desk, chairs etc.. One resembled alecture room, where perhaps 50 tiered chairs ran down to a little stage in themiddle. The final one would be best described as a modified operating theatre.White tiled floor and walls, a steel table with straps in. In truth, I had only the vaguest idea what went on between the sexes. I was an only child and attended a local grammar school for boys that provided only the most perfunctory explanation of human sexuality. The occasional dirty magazine that passed around the sixth-form common room yielded little useful knowledge, other than pictorially revealing the finer details of female anatomy and teasing with the obviously fictitious accounts that littered the letters page.I'd often touch myself as I.