Of course, when I stated that, he took it to mean I was not willing to back up my trash talk. That statement naturally caused me to get a little heat...d. It was then I suggested that rather than make a bet based on money, we still make a bet, but do it a different way. I suggested the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the night, no matter what it is, the loser has to do it. They all looked at each other, then back to me, and agreed to the terms of the bet. I myself. Nunzio had recognized that dangerous look in Damien’s eye. The look always shown right before a new girl was corrupted from cotton into leather. The driving wise guy shook his head as the back up boys raced to get into their cars to follow the capo. Damien flicked his vision over a shoulder to observe the bodyguards. His rule was always for them to remain at a distance and note every individual before they got close. And well… if they managed to get by the thugs, Damien always had a Heckler. She crawled in the gap beside me and pulled my leg outward and used another strap to attach my leg to the bed leg then walked around the bed and did the same to my other leg. She picked up my trousers and slid the belt from the loops and threaded it behind me and buckled it through the uprights of the bed. I was spread eagled and securely fastened, my ankles and calves were straining in the unaccustomed stiletto shoes and my erect penis was poking between the two centre uprights of the brass. “Josh, I can’t reach my back. Would you mind washing it for me?”He grabbed the soap and started rubbing it on my back. Between his soft hands and the soap it created an incredible feeling. In slow circles he rubbed, loosening my muscles and making me relax.“My chest is dirty, would you mind?” With that I turned around and faced him. By now his penis was coming to life, and what a sight! It was long and thin, probably about seven inches and peeked out from that beautiful bush of dark.