He tugs on his three pairs of cuffs – two on his ankles, two around his knees, and the two that keep his hands behind his back and his back so uncom...ortably straight and strained – so hard that the whole chair creaks.She gasps as she notices the same blood red color again, across his slightly hairy chest this time. Some letters are smeared by sweat and saliva, but the message is still readable. It is also simple and clear.Clean this, accompanied by a perfect imprint of puckered lips right above. "Whatever you want."I nodded, gave her the quartermaster's requisition, and we began loading the wagon with two-hundred pound barrels of well-milled white flour. By sunset we were done and the lady of the house offered us a meal which we enjoyed along with a bottle of home-made wine of some sort, blackberry maybe. Then George and the girl, whose name I have completely forgotten, scurried off to the loft, all but panting to be at each other.The woman, whose name was Portia, smiled at me as she. "See what you can feel when we move," He took a slow, full out-and-in stroke. With this different angle, there was a different pressure pattern. The head was now mostly pressing against the top of my channel instead of the pressure being distributed on all sides. As he moved, my hands felt his penis head slide down and up inside.I whispered at him, "Kind of a different feel and view. Sexy as hell. Oh, Bob, you do us so good!"He started slow, full strokes, about a second for each in and for each. That's just stupid, really stupid!" yelledLeonard as he stood up. "I don't have to play stupid games with craftygirls, I'm outta here!" Leonard still had a few nacho chips in his tray,but he grabbed it and his empty drink cup, marched over to the trashbin, slam dunked everything into the bin, and walked out."OMG! I had not planned on this. I did not think that Leonard would getangry enough to...." said Deedee softly. Sherry noticed a tear streamingdown Deedee's.