?She had named it the Pink Dick Flicker.?It had a hand-sized wooden handle from which several dozen slender pinkrubber flails, no more than six inches...long dangled.? Then she began the punishment, swishing thePink Dick Flicker through the damp dungeon air to sting the flesh of hisbobbing cock again and again with the tips of the rubber flails.? Then she wrapped her fingers around his cock,glowing red and hot from its torment, to hold it out of the way while shewhirled the singing, pink rubber. I was waiting for the right person. You are it.”At the time I thought it was a game they were playing. To push the price up.“Most citrine stones are yellow but this one is rare. It was mined hence the unusual color,” the older woman said, adding to my theory.“Then, I’m sure it will be too expensive for me,” I said.““Not from the clothes and jewelry you are wearing,” she said. There was no smile on her face. “but I said you can have it.”“How much?”She motioned to the younger woman who went to. As they had been when the night had been brand-new.It had been a whirlwind afternoon leading up to it, though. It seemed like they'd hit every shop in downtown Tokyo, and had put a couple of majorly-impressive dents in their respective Slayer Organization expense accounts. Almost everything they'd bought had been ordered to be delivered back to the slayer-compound outside the city, but as the sun had begun going down they'd put on their newest borderline-slutty outfits and begun making the. His wife was not home and they'd been outside since they got home from school. Unlocking the door he let them in first, then went in. Except for a TV and the dinning room set the house was empty. They all stood in shock as he read the note on the table that said she couldn't take any more and had to leave. A few phone calls later and he had a friend delivering a bed for them, though he could find only one on such short notice. To try and make it like an outing he set it up in the family room,.