After thinking a moment, he removed the giant claws, too.Eyeing the thing's balls, he sniggered while muttering to himself, "Well, that tribe used buf...alo balls for rattles, but I think I'll pass on that. Still ... thinking about them dancing around shaking those rattles makes me miss music and my guitar. Of course, the strings would go eventually and there would be no replacement for them, but still..."Shrugging, he scanned the area for danger as he was wont to do every minute or so, before. "Your step-son's abdominal hair has to be removed prior to surgery," she announced to Adalind and, opening the razor, offered it to her. "Seeing that he's nineteen,there is no way I personally will be shaving his genitals," she snapped and with that abandoned the trolley and left us to it. Adalind rose and said she would fetch the ward sister, and returned with this person a few minutes later. Ingeborg, or Inge as she preferred to be called was a good-looking, slender woman rather broad in the. Stroking my cock in my shorts. Both girls burst into fits of laughter. “At least I can blame the drink”, said Madie, “What’s your excuse?” Sophie, seeing the lighter side of the situation just replied, “Curiosity”.The two girls scurried off to Sophie’s bedroom, I copped an eyeful of Sophie’s rather gorgeous, naked derriere as she past me. This of course led to the, unintentional, rush of blood to my “nether regions”. Madie, looking back over her shoulder, as she left, saw my ever growing bulge,. I sat down and slid the leather over my ankles. They were somewhat comfortable, but secure as hell. It made me nervous to feel their firm grip around my skin.I checked the box four times; there was no key for the handcuffs inside. If I locked it onto my wrist like the note said, I wouldn't be able to get it off.Of course, having a handcuff attached to my wrist was not as bad as a restrictive metal cage preventing me access to my penis. I took a deep breath and locked the cuff to my left wrist..