I walked to him, took his arm and led him to my room. I took him to my bed and bent him over the end of it. I used the leg manacles that I had found, ...nd the cuffs on two long chains to hook his arms spread out.What a sight. I did not know if I should laugh or feel sorry for him for what I was about to do to him. He did not move, he did not say a word. Bent over like that showed his bare ass, his hanging balls and of course his dick. What a sight. I mean, I loved looking at his ass sticking up. "I'm sure Marshall will know." Oh, they do volunteer," Marshall said at the next practice, "but I'm very reluctant to take them on. I call it the Little League Syndrome. They get very wrapped up in how their son or daughter is doing and whether the coach is using them properly or playing them enough. I have a handicapped son and he plays for another team. I didn't want the temptation or the hassle of hearing it from parents that my boy is getting favoured treatment. He knows why I did it and he. This was unlikely to be the case with those they might encounter who lived in the South in Summer as well as Winter. They might welcome the onrush of fresh game but they didn't necessarily welcome the influx of the Northerners. Ivory didn't know much about the Southern tribes. They were often tall and dressed rather less in furs and more in hides. They were more likely to feast on horse and deer rather than Mammoth and elk.Ivory asked Glade what she knew about the Southern tribes."Didn't you. We make our way to her formal lounge room and chat over a drink before she leans in and kisses me, slowly at first but our tongues are soon in each other’s mouths and my hands quickly discover she’s not wearing a bra. Her tits are large and firm, fake as it turns out but I don’t care one little bit. Jennifer has a tight well looked after body despite having had two c***dren. Her skin is soft and supple and nicely tanned. She unzips my pants and is pumping my rock hard cock in no time at all..