the hair on this cunt which was plucked appears fine and pointed.” His cursor then moved to the third circle. Instead, it was one of my cards, taped to the paper on which the message was printed. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. Slave ines was still screaming, but now it sounded almost musical. There were two small motors within an open frame with two rods sticking up through it on which were mounted two ebony black dildos. I know, because I also designed and built this machine. Then a recorded message began speaking. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. In all likelihood, clicking on the image would take me directly to that video. After just seventeen minutes on the vibrating, tumbling, shocking saddle, slave ines screamed out, “Micky Mouse! The spinning, alone, is enough to totally disorient you. I knew this woman. Actually the entire saddle could vibrate in cycles totally separate from the two dildos.
