In the second bet we agreed that hecould pick out a tattoo for me if we lost to them but I would get topick out a tattoo for him if Spurs lost (as I ...as sure they inevitablywould). It felt like I was taking candy from a child and that it wasalmost unfair that he was going to have my name written on his shoulderas his first tattoo.I was getting more and more depressed as the season wore on and thencame the North London derby. At last I thought we had an opportunity toput Spurs and Nicholas. I reach down between my legs andhear the cuff being attached to the cuffs I'm wearing. Now I'messentially stuck I cant move forward and backward gets me no wherebecause I can't get to the keys and the chain is too short to let me getat the gag. My only move would be to somersault but I'm not sure I couldeven do that.I hear the distinctive sound of leather sliding across wool, I feelBill's touch as he pulls my cock out. There is lube on his hand and hestarts pumping, rapidly I am fully aroused. She really did not like being pushed around. I had to admit I admired her; there was something about the aggressive, even ferocious, side to her nature that made me really desire her.I knelt on the bed next to her and squirted baby oil over her pert tits. I started to massage her, working the oil over her tits and then out over her chest and up her neck, over her magnificent shoulders. She felt wonderful, so lean and muscular, yet feminine with her shape and her soft, fine skin. A blonde. At home, she drew a nice hot bath and I soaked for a real long time. Afterwards, resting on my bed, I was semi-awake when my mother entered to see how I was doing . I said, “Not too bad. My head was sore, where I bumped it, and I really didn’t feel like getting up”. So if it wouldn’t be too much trouble would she turn on my record player maybe some rock & roll would help to ease my mind.Laughing she said, “It may be soothing to yours but it certainly isn’t to mine.”She then went over to my.