We could ask them politely whose orders. I could place the question in one's shell like ear, and ask him if he wishes to be emasculated like his mate....It is a system I have found persuasive over the years."We both looked at Sal."Hey, don't look at me, I usually slice 'em and dice 'em after they're dead, not while they're alive." Let them wake up, and I'll ask them their opinion of handling the situation that way. Immobilise them please." I placed cable ties around their feet and wrists and. I love your hair. I want to touchit." Frank, making a sour face but forcing himself to sound sincere,answered, "Yes, touch my hair. Play with my ears. And I'll... unbuttonyour blouse." They proceeded awkwardly like that, but neither one losthis erection. "Go on," Lana urged. "Touch each other all over." Right," said Carly. "And don't be shy. Put your hands everywhere."The humiliated men knew what she meant. They reached down and fondledeach other's small endowments. The women opened. It is nighttime, but there are no crickets. I try to pierce the darkness, and can only see a black form above me. A warm tear drop falls onto my face and I realize this isn’t another torture session. The voice is familiar as it urges for me to waken. Images of photos suddenly appear, flashes of sitting alone in the family car back in America, talking with such a voice over the phone. I know who this is. I reach up to hold him but he is already holding me, pulling me up from the dirty, bloody. I didn't understand, but I didn't stop; I was too close, and what did I care if she had other lovers? She too was close to orgasm and said something I did understand, even with my poor Latin.Sic, sic Dominus.Yes, yes, Master.I drove in deep one last time; my prick pulsed the spunk into the condom. She gripped me tightly, her body convulsing two or three times. Then she placed her head on my shoulder and her gaze on the world behind me.I helped her from the stone prick and handed her knickers.