Twenty, then thirty, then forty, all watching me. Dead eyes rove over my body, exploring where hands will soon follow. I avoid returning eye contact with any of them. The atmosphere under the desert sun turns uglier and uglier. My stomach feels like a lead weight in my belly. Even Palonae senses some of it from within her well of unconsciousness and she looks up at me with dark tear-reddened eyes, and shakes her head. Oh please, oh please, oh please, no, Bondage not this. And then Salarin reappears, head high like he’s a great statesman. I hear a murmur of expectation from the watching crowd as he strides purposefully across towards me. “The Sadist” carries objects of cruelty in his hands – a vicious serrated bowie knife, and worse – oriental a wand like some electronic relay baton. He takes his place, standing before me again. Only inches separate us. Wordlessly Salarin raises the knife so I can get a good look at it, and without ceremony slices away my elasticated top. The clinging fabric falls away abruptly, leaving my shoulders feeling strangely unconstrained. Then Salarin takes hold of my hips in his hands, as if we’re about to dance. The razor sharp tip of the blade presses against my skin. I’m expecting the assault to progress to my shorts, cutting those away as well, but instead he leans his face down and into me and takes my right breast in his mouth, or at least as much flesh as he can envelop between his teeth. While I look helplessly down at the top of his grey head he sucks at me, as femdom greedily as a child. The sensation, intense, sends electric tingles through me, making the muscles of my belly flutter. “Stop it! No! Get away from me!” I demand angrily, over the amused chortling of the crowd. Feeling obliged to educate the watching galaxy I insist “You can’t just do that without my permission.” To my surprise he japanese does release me, and stands before me again. “Have it your way,” he shrugs, and moves the knife back towards my pelvis. Inevitably I pay for my insolence by losing my shorts. Debbie's underwear were placed over his face, and under them it seemed as though he was holding back cry. They saw some people were checking their belonging near tents. I tipped the femdom wine bottle and frowned as only a oriental splash dropped into my glass. “So, ready to tell me the story now?” He asked me, alluding to the situation with Megan earlier. Dan must have been able to see how wet I was. Danni goes back to fucking me hard. Several more seconds of silence followed, but this time it was Logan who interrupted the silence. She opened her bag and plucked out some neatly wrapped sandwiches. While he he took his shirt off I Bondage start licking and kissing the head of his cock. “It was you!” I snarled, “You’re the one who’s been putting those fucked up japanese thoughts in my head!” It remained unsettling to be traipsing around naked like this, but she'd brought herself off in a raging orgasm right in front of Jeni the previous afternoon, and compared to that, a little casual bathroom nudity was nothing. The walls and vaulted ceilings were of raw, sandstone blocks, the floors and tubs were tiled in muted grey and blue ceramics. Then without even asking he slid it in an inch or so. The ongoing joke in my home town was that parents had wanted to give their daughters classy names, forgetting where they lived and it had backfired.