Jason plunged the fat popcicle in and out of Flora, while Mandy viciously tugged, twisted, and squeezed Flora's breasts and nipple rings. Flora was actually humping the ice-cold popcicle now- Jason had only to hold it in one position. He noticed suddenly, to his surprise, that he had developed a tremendous erection.

"Enough," said Mandy, "take it out." Flora squirmed her ass a little as he did. Mandy grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright, then forcibly turned her around, facing the door. She pointed to the toilet seat. "Sit," she commanded. It took Jason a second to realize she meant him. He squeezed past Flora, and sat down on the closed lid. Mandy pushed him back against the tank, made him scrunch down a little on the seat. She maneuvered Flora backwards, until her legs were astride the toilet again. In her stiletto heels, her ass was as high as Jason's face. Mandy stood in front of her, pulled her shoulders down until she was bent over, her hands now resting on Jason's knees.

Mandy looked at Jason over Flora's back. "Well, what are you waiting for? Clean her up!"

Jason was happy to oblige, and buried his face in Flora's crotch. The combination of orange flavored juice and her own natural taste was bizarre, but he decided that he liked it. There was something intoxicating, unnaturally arousing, about her scent, her taste. He had read once somewhere, that humans didn't really have pheromones, those chemicals that involuntarily excited moths and other animals. If that was really true, then perhaps Flora was a freak of nature, for her taste somehow excited him terrifically, like no-one else's, including Mandy.

Mandy was doing something that made Flora's ass sway. He took a break to see what it was. Mandy had hold of Flora's skirt. "What are you looking at?" she said, "get back to work." As soon as he did, he felt Mandy pulling the thin latex skirt down over Flora's hips, and then his head! He had to move forward a bit, but Mandy pulled it down, until his head was trapped between Flora's crotch and the tightly stretched rubber. It was more or less the situation Mandy had put him in when they had first made love, when he was still an innocent teen.

In no time, the space under the skirt became hot and humid, and he occasionally had to pause from his licking and sucking to take huge gasps of Flora- and rubber-scented air. Before long, he felt Flora swaying and bucking against his face, though she made no sound at all. He started humming, on a low note, while his mouth was pressed to her sex. She pressed even harder back against his face, and he became hard-pressed to breathe at all. Though he was becoming light-headed, he could feel she was close to orgasm, and didn't want to spoil it. Just when he thought he would pass out from lack of oxygen, he felt her shudder and buck violently, her cunt spasming and literally trying to suck in his nose when she shifted position. Desperately, he reached down, grabbed the toilet bowl rim, and pulling backwards and down, extracted his head from her skirt. He looked up to see Mandy grinning down at him.

"You're lucky you brought her off before you pulled out'," she said, "or I might have had to punish you."

"Oof!" sighed Jason, "Ahh, isn't someone out there going to- phew! -get suspicious soon?"

"Probably. Let's get her dressed. No, wait- I have an idea." She rummaged in her purse. "I was going to wait 'til we got back to the hotel, but." She showed him a long box, covered with fancy embroidery. "I picked these up at a shop called Trash," she said, opening the lid. Inside were four very large, highly polished ball bearings, maybe two inches in diameter. Jason took one out and turned it in his hand. It was NOT a ball bearing. It weighed far less than it ought to judging from it's size, but it also quivered and shook in his hand as if alive.

"Ben Wa balls," he breathed, "jeezus they're huge! And they don't rattle?" He looked quizzically at Mandy.

"They're the real thing- there's mercury inside instead of a solid ball. Don't worry- The shells are welded stainless steel, and leak tested, so no-one's going to get poisoned. They cost an arm and a leg, too," she added.

Jason grinned back at her, and rubbed the cold ball against Flora's still-moist pussy. She jumped slightly, but didn't retreat. He licked it all over, then put it back against her, pushed gently. Almost at once, Flora shoved her ass backwards, and it disappeared inside. He heard a zipper. He looked up, took another ball from the box Mandy had set down on Flora's back. The other two were now gone. He looked at Mandy. She looked nonchalantly back, then turned to rummage in her purse again. Puzzled, he turned back to the job at hand. He moistened and pushed in the other ball.

"What if they fall out?" he asked.

"We'll take care of that in a minute," replied Mandy. "Aha!" she said softly, producing a small tube from her purse.

"K-Y jelly?" asked Jason, "I don't think she needs."

"Lube her ass, smart boy," ordered Mandy, with a wry smile on her face. Obediently he put a gob around her asshole, lubed his finger, and pushed it in, wiggling it around. She responded silently, pushing back at him slightly. Oink-oink', he thought at her.

"That's right, get her good and loose," urged Mandy. He felt Flora relax her sphincter, and pushed in another gob, then another finger. He felt her twitch around him, but she didn't seem uncomfortable. He rotated his fingers, and had just put his pinky in when he heard the zipper again. He looked up. Mandy had the front of her leather jump suit unzipped, and was handing him another ball. It was nicely warm. A light went on in his head. He lubed it up with some trepidation and presented it two Flora's rear. To his surprise, it took very little pressure before it popped inside. He looked back at Mandy. She reached into her suit, removed the other ball from her other armpit and handed it to him.

"Tell me," she said, zipping up, "do you prefer to look at me naked, or dressed in leather?"

"You know the answer to that one," he said sheepishly. He pushed on the second, now slippery, sphere carefully.

"No. That's not what I mean. I know you love rubber as much as I do. I'm talking about leather. You said once that it didn't excite you nearly as much as latex. So, what I want to know is, is leather more exciting than plain skin?"

The ball plopped inside. "I guess." replied Jason thoughtfully, leaning back against the tank, "I guess I like leather better with a little skin showing- I like the contrast. But completely concealing leather is better than bare skin, I suppose, if it fits tightly. And you know I love the way THAT suit fits."

"Yeah, I know," said Mandy. She straightened Flora up, and pulled the tight rubber skirt back up over her hips. "I'll be right back." She opened the stall door, winked at a dumbfounded Jason, and waltzed out. She was back in less than thirty seconds with one of her shopping bags. "They're suspicious alright," she said when she had re-entered the stall, "but I don't think they'll be any trouble." She grinned slightly. "That boy was sitting, absolutely wide-eyed, at one of the tables, and the girl watched me the whole way to our table and back. I think she might be bi; she kept licking her lips, when she thought I wasn't looking. Okay, here we go."

She pulled out a black rubber panty sort of thing from the bag. At Mandy's request, Jason helped her put it on Flora, holding up one foot then the other, while Mandy pulled it up Flora's legs. It was like a wide g-string, but the crotch piece was wider than usual, starting out an inch wide at the back, and except for the waist belt, was completely covered with tall, bulbous rubber knobs on the inside. It fit very tightly, and it was obvious to Jason that it would keep the metal balls in, although he didn't think she'd be able to walk very far in it. Then a thought struck him.

"You know lover, that skirt is nearly transparent in sunlight."

Mandy stared at him as if he had just announced that gravity made things fall down. "I have eyes, you know. She'll deal with it." She pulled Flora's skirt the rest of the way down over her ass.

Even in the less-than-adequate light of the bathroom, Jason could make out the darker outline of the black g-string through the translucent purple rubber. He shook his head.

"We'd better get out of here," he said.

"Go ahead," replied Mandy, "meet us at the corner. I have something I want to do first."

Jason left the bathroom, shaking his head, and smiling to himself. On his way out of the shop, he summoned the guts to wink at the boy, still sitting at an empty table. The boy blushed to his hairline.

Back in the stall, Mandy caressed Flora's head and face firmly, as if sliding something over her skin, then tweaked her nose. Flora worked her mouth silently, as if un-cramping her jaw, then sighed silently.

"Flora, can you hear me?" Mandy asked softly.

"Yes my love."

Mandy grabbed both of Flora's earlobes and pulled down gently. "Flora, can you feel this?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Remember that. When I pull on your ears again, you will wake up completely, but you will not remember anything that has happened, or anything that has been said. You will obey all of the instructions that have been given to you, without thinking about them. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." "Now Flora, I want you to listen very carefully. You are wearing Ben Wa balls and grope panties. Can you feel them?"

Flora moved a hand against her skirt, squirmed her legs together slightly. She hummed softly. "Yes, Mistress. Oh, yes."

"Flora, in a little while, I will wake you up and we will walk back to the hotel. You know what will happen. You will become very excited by the balls bouncing inside you and by the panties rubbing your clit. But you will not be able to come. This is very important Flora, so I will say it again. No matter how much you are excited, no matter how good it feels, the sensations will not be quite enough stimulation for you to climax. You won't be able to come until you hear me say a certain word. When I say that word, your stimulation will be complete, and only then will you be able to come. Do you understand, Flora?"

"Yes, my love." Her expression was one of peace, of satisfaction.

"Now Flora, what will happen after you wake up?"

"We'll walk back to the hotel, with the balls inside me," here she gave a little shudder, "but I won't come until you say. some word." Her brow furrowed as, at some deep level, she realized she didn't know what the word was.

"Flora, would you like to know what the word will be?"

"Yes please, Mistress." She looked genuinely anxious now. "I will not say it now. When you are awake, the word will be. `autoeroticism'. The word WILL be autoeroticism'. Now, I haven't said it yet. You may not come until you are awake and you hear me say it, do you understand?"

"Mm-hmm." A faint look of relief crossed Flora's face.

Mandy smiled, opened the stall door and backed up. Leaning forward, she pulled down on each of Flora's ears.