After he came to a stop Wyatt climbed out of the car and was confronted by a very attractive young lady in a tight fitting outfit. "Just what do you t...ink you were doing out there jackass!" She started to yell at him. Wyatt put up his hand and said. "Hang on there sis, who the hell are you? Where's Bob?" The young woman looked at him questioningly. "Bob? Who's Bob?" she asked. "My crew chief." Wyatt responded. The young woman looked closer at Wyatt and realized something wasn't right. "Who are. She also lightly blew on them to make them even taller and harder. She pulled on one of my nipples and placed something on it. It was painful, but not a sharp biting pain that makes you scream. It was more a slight burning ache. And it felt very very good. She applied the same device to the other nipple. It didn’t take a genus to figure out what they were. I had thought about buying nipple clamps before, but never had the guts. I could feel the cold medal chain hooking the clamps together. I feel his chest and can still feel a heart beat. At least he's alive. My bladder is straining now and I have to go! He's out cold and ok for now so I sit on the toilet and relieve myself thinking of what to do next. I stare at the boy laying on my bathroom floor. Cid, Cid, Cid, what were you thinking? His once erect cock now soft. It looks very tempting. Come on Jillian think. This is what you've been waiting for!" I smile wickedly and come up with a plan. I take the panties he was. He had both the conviction and the balls to defend the British soldiers for the Boston Massacre. I know the whole quote, too - ‘I will enlarge no more on the evidence, but submit it to you, gentlemen - facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence: nor is the law less stable than the fact. If an assault was made to endanger their lives, the law is clear, they had right to kill in.