Yara sighed. Her eyes half-lidded.The tentacle left her and touched Sheena.Sheena went rigid. She whined. She looked over to Yara, eyes pleading.The t...ntacle tapped Sheena's ankle twice. Then it disappeared into themuddy water.Neither woman spoke.A bow rose up from the water. It didn't look like much, a simple selfbow that a child might make."I think that's for you," Yara said."I can't touch weapons." You'd be surprised what weapons you can use. For instance, a kitchenknife, if you're working. As Canegirlpositioned herself over her and slowly squatted down on Anne?s face she moaned.They hadn?t planned on giving her a rest; they just wanted to change places andcontinue. After both girls were satisfied they made Anne standagain, re-tied her hands to the beam, re-gagged her and approached herwith huge strap-ons. Tears dwelled in Anne?s eyes as she saw them pour cinnamonoil over their fake dicks. They explained to her that she shouldn't getpleasure through a fucking, hence the oil, but. The handholds and foot rests were carefully wrapped leather. I nodded, "Comfy." That was a joke, but it went over Ham's head.He recovered a bit, and looked mildly insulted, "Luxurious? Yes. But, comfy? It's not supposed to be comfy, It's supposed to be the essence of erotic torture. I'll bet you a thousand dollars you wouldn't last more than twenty minutes." It was just an expression – we had the same bank account – but I decided to have some fun with him.So I was mildly insulted right back,. I had begun hanging out a local straight bar close to my house. The bartenders are all female and the male barback was really friendly, always complimenting me on my outfits.Well this particular night I was dressed in a nice blouse and tight-fitting jeans with black pumps. I was sitting nursing a cocktail when the barback and his friends showed up. He came over and asked if I wanted to join them at a table. I said “sure” and grabbed my drink and walked with him to their table. There were 2.