The mannequin walks around into my line of sight. His cock is already fully erect and lifelike, with thick veins running along its shaft and a bulbous head that could stretch me beyond reason. I gulp, my gaze flicking from his glowing eyes to the bead of pearlescent liquid balancing on its slit. “Figging is a form of punishment where a piece of ginger is inserted into the anus.” He holds out a root about half as thick as his cock. “Does it hurt?” I whisper. “There’s a burning sensation, but the moment will pass.”
