Noting that HER guest looks a trifle anxious, LADY ELENA’S BEAUTIFUL FACE lights up with A SADISTIC SMILE. After an appraisal of his urethral orifice, a casual glance at a shiny steel rod commands adequate respect, for this is normally an outlet, not an input for stowing MISTRESS’S favourite things. What a strangely compelling feeling when that cold steel begins vibrating deep in his cocklet. LADY ELENA decides to see how far open SHE can stretch that narrow tube and how much deeper SHE can coax the wickedly curved tip of her probe. A surprised shudder signals that the entrance to the bladd... Show more