‘Ah, very good, ‘ I said. ‘Will you put them on her, Jefferson.’ ‘Glad too.’ She sat quietly while he locked solid steel cuffs, padded on ...he inside with leather inserts to avoid chaff, to each ankle and each wrist, then locked a length of chain sufficient to permit walking between her ankles and another sufficient to permit use of her hands and arms between her wrists. A three inch wide steel collar was locked around her neck. All she said was, ‘They’re heavy.’ ‘They’re meant to be,’ I. The stretchy shorts were molded to conform to every fold and crevice of her body. With her legs spread, I could readily see the outline of the lips of her vagina and the wondrous slit that divided them. In my imagination, it was beckoning, winking, calling to me. Fortunately, my shorts were not so tight that the growth of my penis was constricted.She opened her eyes and caught me gaping at her and adjusting my dick. I quickly looked away and probably blushed a little. When she said, "May I use. Come over here and sit on the couch to catch your breath," he retorted with a seedy grin. She nodded and walked over, sitting so close she was resting her warm thigh on his lap."So Kara, are there any boys in your life at the moment or am I the only one?" he asked only half jokingly. He hoped the girl didn't have any guys that she was seeing at the moment.That would make the whole affair a whole lot more awkward, and although he had his suspicions, he had always just assumed she wouldn't be. "Mr. Sterling," she said."Ma'am," I said, drawing up a chair. "Can I ask you something? That's a lovely dress, by the way."Mrs. Jenkins could see a suckup a mile away."Um, do you know any Jewish, ma'am?" I asked, ignoring her glare.Mrs. Jenkins looked at me coldly."Jewish is a religion, Mr. Sterling," she reminded me."Yes, ma'am, a religion," I agreed. "But isn't there some sort of, uh, language?"There had to be some sort of language, what with the shiksas and the mitzvahs and everything. I.