You’re a wizard! Where’s my portaflex?” I started looking around. “There you are ... Bobby? Gimmie a Philips ... No?”“You need to look.”...��What’s to see ... it’s screwed on.”“Take off the top and have a look see.”So ... to humor him, I unclipped the top. It didn’t take long.“My God, Bobby ... those aren’t screws ... those are spears.”“Pull off the grill and talk to me.”It’s sorta Velcro ... but not. George de Mestral hadn’t perfected it. This Velcro was kind of white ... not the ubiquitous black. The safety pin was where she had left itlast night with just a little congealed blood around each point of entry andexit from the scrotum.? From her bag oftricks she brought out some cylindrical objects and their purpose became quiteclear.? She hooked one onto the safety pinand instructed me to walk around the room on my hands and knees.? That accomplished she added another weight tothe bottom of the first one and I had to repeat the crawl around the room.? By the time she had added the. She looked to be in her late teens, but however old she was, she had a woman's body with a girl's tantalizing nubile attitude, playing with Sam like he was a teddy bear. I was so turned on I could have cut glass with the tip of my manhood.In my adoration I had completely ignored the fact that she was looking at me again, and as I imagined her pert young breasts pressed against me, my eyes caught her looking at me with that same smile. I stopped oogling, trying not to drool. "What's your. All of a sudden, Tony's cock got soft inside me and I knew we wouldn't be heading to the lobster dinner after our bedroom kink session. I don't know which I regretted more, the lobster dinner or the loss of Tony's cock.It was not a good sign that Tony was putting away the family jewels without even asking me to clean up with my mouth. It was almost a ritual and his patting me on top of my head the entire time made me feel like I was a very good doggie.There was no benefit to talking about it.