Many just wanted the single message that came with every display purchase, but some opted for multiple messages. Each needed its own stencilled belt. ... had the stencilling machine in the trunk of my car. It usually took me about ten minutes to get a new belt stencilled. I paid a dollar for the extra belts, and sold them, stencilled, for ten dollars each.After getting the dollar changed from the girl behind the bar, the two women walked over to the jukebox and started pressing their selections.. If we can find her, then we’ll know when and where to ambush him to succeed in our goals.”Antagony smiled. “An ambush. Excellent. Fine. We’ll find the Oracle.”“I thought you’d like the plan,” the deva said.The pad of footsteps prickled my spine. I glanced back to see Captain Spite marching up. The nixie wore pantaloons and a band of cloth around her breasts. Her hermaphrodite-dick bulged before her. Unlike amazons, she permanently had her cock.”“Take me with you,” said Captain Spite said, her. I was oblivious to that at the time because the experience was so new to me. The scene was repeated twice more with two other men before I decided that I should leave the booth and find another one to jack off in by myself before I left the store. As I searched each of the remaining booths I found that they all had the dirty little holes. At that point it no longer mattered. I was so horny that I had to have relief even if I had to risk being watched. Stepping into the last booth at the end of. More! Faster... faster... faster! “Hoooorrrr... hhhaaaarrrrr... eeeeeeee... eeeee...” Xena had begun to squeal ecstatically. There was more laughter, more clapping. But Xena didn’t care any more. She was lost in a tide of rising lust. She was over the brink. Flooding, flooding down. Lost... lost... totally lost. She cried out again and again... squirming uncontrollably... as she spent herself again and again. And again ... “What an exhibition,” said Venetia derisively. A few moments later, the.