"You will paddle a surf board with your arms, naked, unarmed, vulnerable, to her beach..."My Mistress begins to lubricate, and as I continue to lick, ...he talks, and I listen."You will say to her, 'I do not eat of the longpig. Do as you will with me.'"Then, you will submit to her, and follow all her orders, explicit or implicit, for the sake of love of me."You will be taunted, humiliated, sexually used roughly, sex-tortured, gang-raped, and finally, death-tortured, killed, and eaten!"My Mistress. “I believe we last met in Nuremberg.”“Hola, Senor Gonzales. Yes, that was our last meeting.”Then the Spaniard turned to the group and smiled.“Pleased to be welcome to our little Museum of Torture,” he said.At once Tracey’s heart froze in fear at the title of the place. Her nervousness got even worse when she saw him staring straight at her and smiling.“So hola, ladies and gentlemen. This is the Museum of the Inquisition, I am sure that many of you have heard of the countless cruelties committed. 4-5 children were standing in the middle and I was not able to see the passengers sitting in from of me due to those children. As I was traveling in a general bogie so it was shaking a lot when the train caught speed. with the movement of train all the passengers were shaking and due to this the hand of that woman, let’s call her sita, was brushing mine.I don’t know why but this really pulled my attention to sita who was talking to her companion, say gita. Both of them were wearing sari which. I went back inside the changing room and heard the black man saying again he was closing up. I changed to another sexy outfit and opened the curtain from the changing room, but then I found the black man fully naked, standing in front of me, holding in his hand a massive black cock, no a huge black cock, at least f******n inches long. The guy looked me in my eyes and said: “Do you like this babe, do you?” I remained speechless, he stepped forward into the small room and grabbed my one hand.