Gradually I built up the intensity of my efforts. Tanya was hot. She wanted it, badly. Her body lifted to my face as she responded to my touch. I used...my tongue like a cock and thrust it in and out of her cunt. My face mashed tightly against her sex gash, my nose on her hard erect little clit. She orgasmed. Her body bucked against my face. Nectar flowed from her, over my lips into my mouth. She tasted wonderful. Her aroma filled my nostrils. Not giving her much chance to recover I moved to. The bar was dark and she thought it would be sexy and fun, and could do it without showing too much. I was not there so she called me to discuss it. I begged her not to do it but she said I was just jealous and should be more proud of her. With much reluctance, and some favors promised, I finally consented.Afterwards I heard the details. Apparently, modeling the first outfit was going as expected, but when one of her co-workers offered $100 to the charity if she modeled the other outfits. I let myself drift closer until I could hear her whispered plea.As her flame touched each candle, her lips moved. "Gabriel, hear me. Take my prayer."Interesting. A prayer to Gabriel. To the patron saint of messengers.Another candle, another payer. "St. Francis de Sales, hear my prayer. Open my ears, bless my hands."Ah, of course. Her walls were not all self-imposed. She was deaf. Her world was silent not by choice, but by design.Another candle. A whispered prayer to Valentine and Jude. To. He putted his right hand back under of my right arm pit and he reach with his left hand down my left side pants and pulled that side down. He letted my pants drop to the floor and then I just stepped out of them. He did the same with my underwear. Then he walked me over to the stander and he helped me to get in it. There was a hole for my dick. There was a paded board in middle to keep my legs apart. It has seven belts, two were for my ankles, two went behind of my knees, one went right.