I knew this woman. After just seventeen minutes on the vibrating, tumbling, shocking saddle, slave ines screamed out, “Micky Mouse! I went back to the video. A few hours in the complex tumbling of the machine would break most normal people. When they had finished, a strange-looking machine was rolled under the woman’s spread legs. I went over to my computer where I have a program that allows me to send and receive texts without betraying my location in any way. The woman began screaming “Columbus! And there is always the danger that either law enforcement will confuse The Society with some cartel or other criminal organization, or perhaps that one of the cartels, themselves, will act against portions of The Society. And I don’t hand out my cards to just everyone, so in all likelihood I had personally met whoever had this card. One of the masked men locked the cart holding the machine in place while the other guided the smaller dildo into the woman’s ass and then made some sort of adjustment to the rod on which it was mounted. A completely masked and hooded, but otherwise naked, man was standing directly in front of her. The woman began screaming “Columbus! It was expensive– very expensive– but it did what he wanted. Columbus!”
That was obviously a safeword, but the
