I placed the note on the table and slowly started to go through the contents of the box. There were a number of sealed plastic bags, and I opened and ...mptied the contents of the first onto the table. It contained cord and a piece of paper. I read what was the instructions on how to tie the scrotum and separate each testicle using the cord. I grimaced as I read it.I opened the next bag which revealed a pair of what the instructions called nipple grabber claws. I pressed one of the steel pencil. Her eyes met his, and her attacker, noticing her eyes averted, turned to look, too late.Ansel barreled into the man from behind, his massive forearms smashed into the attackers back. A sound that would make any grown man's stomach turn, shattered the air as his back broke. Ansel watched as the limp body rebounded off the ground, folded in half, backwards. The attackers moved away, regrouping, and all eyes were on Ansel. He was a formidable mountain made man. At once they attacked, their anger. Kathleen smiled again “ Of course Dawn… my pleasure darling….Paul” She nodded to Paul who was leaning against the sofa. H e stood up and casually started to undress. First he took of his designer shirt exposing his bare shaved chest, then he climbed out of his tight jeans, he had no underwear on so his already stiff cock sprang to attention as he moved towards me. He started stroking his hand over his shaft making his cock even harder.Katleen said “ boys I want you to really make out with. "Peace", he said. He showed me his hands, and they were the hands of a real working class man. Scarred, rough, but nimble and clever, made to twist knobs, match gears, or hold spanners. That's when I wondered how his cold, uneven fingers would feel on my skin."I'm Charles Owen, and I'm a union man. I'm a worker, just like you are, and I've known tough. I've been beaten and jailed by the coppers and I am still fighting." A union? We don't hold with your bolshie lot hereabouts!" said Harry, my.