A jolt of illicit pleasure shot through my entire body at the mere touch of the kid’s dickhead. I pressed down until his tiny prick pointed to the ...loor, then released. It leaped back up like a spring, wobbling a couple of times before once more pointing toward the ceiling. “What about this little guy?” I asked him. He looked up, confused. “What? My peter?” he asked. “Yeah, your peter. Do you ever play with your peter to make it feel good?” Well, sometimes, in bed, I rub it and it. For a moment, I struggled against the handcuffs, trying to slip out of them. I wondered if they were the same ones he used with Marcia.He waited patiently until I was done.Then, he stripped my clothes away as if he couldn’t wait to get them off. Blouse and bra hung on the shackle chain; slacks and purple bikinis came completely off. He pulled me forward until the hard metal bit my wrist.I hadn’t ever felt so vulnerable.He pulled nipple clamps from his pocket. I’d only seen them in. The children also very cheekily, and without asking permission, joined Millie and me in the cellar to watch the ritual cleaning of the pipes. In doing so they prevented Millie from cleaning my pipe as was her habit. I don't think the children had any idea what Millie and I found so funny - well, I hope they didn't! You know by now what Millie's mouth was like, and she was throwing some ribald innuendo about.Around ten Brian came into the pub and told me that they were all going on the smaller. For that, I was rewarded by having my legs were locked apart by a spreaderbar. Andy proceeded to take all sorts of measurements – waist, front ofwaist to back waist through the crotch (Andy enjoyed that one), hips, goodheight for waist band, front of waist to back waist through the crotch (again!),distance between thighs, a few others I couldn't identify, and front of waistto back waist through the crotch (one more time for good measure, sliding thecloth tape back and forth a few times). Andy.