“Good boy. Legs up and 15 will give you a nice tongue massage.”
In a well practiced move, 32 lifts his legs and Salina draws them further back until his knees are just about over his face. There she loops the leather straps around his thighs, holding them high and well apart. This affords a most sordid view of 32's massive scrotum. The testicles are not ringed as with the ponies but there are two rivets penetrating the bottom of the sac to facilitate restraint and stretching.
Salina kicks the back of number 15's legs and he comically falls to his knees. She gruffly tangles her hand into his matted hair and directs his head, laden with the heavy yoke, between the widely separated thighs of 32.
“You know what to do. Your confederate needs your assistance, otherwise Salina’s big stick may
