“Who else wants dessert?” He said loudly. Now everyone was paying attention.I walked over, and took her leash from the woman. I led her over to ...wo bar stools I had pushed together in the middle of the room. They were about her hip height, so I bent her over them. I then produced a few more goodies from my bag: two pairs of handcuffs, ankle shackles connected by a 40” wooden rod. I handcuffed each wrist low down on the stool legs with a pair of cuffs, and then shackled her ankles, running. With a squeal she began to pound up and down, slapping her cunt down onto my cock to the root , then lifting until she almost lost it, only to ram down again, harder and faster. Gasping, she fucked on my cock, her cunt juice running down my balls. She gurgled and sobbed in ecstasy, her fingers squeezing her tits, as she sat on my fucker, grinding even as she plunged up and down."I want you to bring yourself to orgasm on that fucker...! Show me what you are..." Her eyes looking at me, Marjory. "Michelle, wake up."She came around, saw where she was and broke down again. "Oh Gary ... my dad is dead!"She didn't tell her mother who she was, at least not at the funeral. Gary attended with Michelle and the two of them helped Rose in the days that followed as best they could. But in time, the distance between them increased and her fear of her mother's reaction intensified to the point that she lost her nerve. By the time she told her mother, she had much bigger problems at hand.Eight. “Quit playing with the little mutt, retard, and finish. Lay her down and get the fuck out of here.” He patted her bottom and then reached for the hose again and sprayed her down. Quickly he pulled the mass of wet filthy hay from beneath her and laid more out that was fresh and dry. He pulled chains out of his pants pockets and hooked them to her leather cuffs and then to the posts, giving her enough room to lie down on her side in the middle of the four stakes. Brenda lay there on her side.