One looked like Mr. T out of the A team, he was so big. Jenny went to cry out loud but Andy grabbed her with his strong arms and clasped a hand over h...r mouth."If you don't cooperate, I can always ring my buddies," he smirked. "You wouldn't want your dear husband to have a fatal accident on the way back from the race track, would you?"Jenny gulped. She relaxed and Andy released his grip on her."Now we can do this the easy way of the hard way. Which would you prefer?" he asked. She looked at the. Ajax was glad for the opportunity to get some exercise and to find his own food.The Colad River was hardly more than a stream at this time of the year. It did run stronger back about 70 years earlier when the big Hoover Dam had collapsed, but the drought had sapped most of that water long ago. Now, the river was just a trickle compared to what it once was. They talked to some local people and were assured that the river valley could easily be crossed by their truck if they were careful to watch. The remaining row of clamps across and down the side of the left breast was uneventful. The pains of the previous applications were dampening out the remaining feelings. With the excess chain unused, I let it hang down off the table. The clamping of the skin gathered up the loose excess and made her breasts stand up as they used to. It was erotic but also grotesque, the row of clamps standing upright across her chest. I noticed the plugged and filled first subject was now in dire straits. She. Guatam stood like that for some moment, dilly dallying and each time I felt his crotch come closer to my face.It felt closer each second, I could smell his manhood, a raw pungent smell and to be honest I didn’t mind it. What I thought was my imagination soon turned into reality. I felt Guatam’s hands behind my head, in a pretext of balancing he was pushing my face to his groin, I didn’t react and he took that as a green signal. He now boldly using both his hands was rubbing my face to his.